The Stars are Like Dust

The stars are like dust 
Scattered behind clouds 
In a raging wind
A violent storm 

Like the brittle branch 
I have broken at the thin point 
But still I cling
Still I hang 

I have a bell
In the palm of my hand 
Silver, silent, glacial 
It does not sing

The moon holds no light 
The wind no weight 
The sky no heat
The heart no flame 

I can’t scream 
I cannot scream