Distant Dangers

Aquilla. Would you 
carry the burden 
of ungiving? 

Transmuted, I 
will find you in portrait 
of sublime? 

And I will see in your eyes 
a cosmos, floating in void. 

But a primal question 
remained unanswered, who were you. 

Through the blue sky 
and legends of dark, the 
constellations squirm. 

And I start believing 
in God dust.