Under the vault of heavens   I stood alone, waiting   The blaze of silver shining in my eyes   My hands gleaming gold   The red of iron in my veins   The blue of steel in my bones   The sparkle and blackness of coal in my hair   My chest golden with waves      It is my heaven   It has my eyes   It is my space   It has my shape      I knew it was my masterwork   I felt the strength of gods   Revised the soaring heights   Let the heavens be aligned   Heavens be aligned      I listened with care the place for the moon   Made sure of the tones   Painted through void the route for the sun   Made out the locus of stars   I pierced the distant dome   For the light to seep through   I checked the curves and borders of all   And placed the highest star      It worked and sung and danced   It shone and gloved and gleaned   It circled, curved and blazed   It pulsed, burned and waned   Burned and waned      It flowed from my bones   Bolted from my fingers   And settled on and over me   And made me face my longing