Above the world, Beyond the skies, Casting light where darkness lies. Dance among stars Embrace each world Flowing winds of light unfurled Glowing fiercely Hearts formed of flame Intensely bright, never tame Jarring chaos Kindles star mass Lovely filaments of gas Massive stars die Novas will cast Out matter in a fierce blast Planets may form Quenched molten rock Recoil from collision shock Strange skies look on To harsh to breathe Under nebulas that seethe Vast void vortex Warping space-time X-ray sources shine sublime Yes, despite all of our scars Zen we are, the stuff of stars

Tiananmen Square (Sunday, June 4th, 1989) It started peacefully, a word, All they wanted was to be heard. They marched unarmed, they laughed and sang, In the square several thousand voices rang. They pitched their tents and laid out beds, In hopes to turn world leaders heads. Gorbachev came, the press behind, He kept to himself what was in his mind. He swiftly left, the press core stayed, Caught by where the worlds eyes had strayed. Again they said they wished to speak, The students, workers, the brave and the meek. We listened gladly to their plea, For freedom and democracy. Beijing listened not quite so well, Quietly dismayed by this g