We come from midnight stardust
And to dust we will finally return
The man in the moon draws his veil across the night sky
Sprinkling the firmament with silver blessings;
He creates new wonders with his artist’s brush
As we curl up beneath the shimmering counterpane
Blue for the protection of the father,
Blue for the nurturing of the mother,
Purple-blue for the vision of the third eye
Allowing us to scry the mystical and numinous
Exploring the mystery beyond our frail humanity.
Then when our final indigo night is spent
And life’s dream ebbs away on a Judas tide
We will once more to stardust return.