I dreamed I stood in silence,

Beneath a shattered golden sky,

while the stars rained down like tears,

Blinked from a universal eye,

And in my fist I held,

All that I'd ever truly owned,

Yet my fingers closed on air,

Clutching only my skin and bone,

But something in that gesture,

Hinted at more than I could see,

That like my skin the air,

Was just as much a part of me,

And I'd found that I owned nothing,

For I already had it all,

I was the gold that streaked the sky,

And very star still yet to fall,

It was this that I held onto,

When I finally awoke,

To find a sky the brightest blue,

That showed no sign it ever broke.