Animal-skin-centuries

No signs for star-crossing in the
dead of galactic night...beings
dream drawing their faces.
Colors change freely to arrive at
their G*d...resonate to place the
           face.
As if the Seer is seen, in love with
what is to be, itself...color, colored...
face, faced...a being beholds a
shooting star in the dead of galactic
           night.
Animal-skin-centuries hunted by
            Light.