Starshine IV

How you look at me from above.

You don't know me.

But I know you as a god.

God not chosen, not wanted.
God created before I was brought.
Why do I have your eyes upon me,
why do I have to tolerate so?

Friends of mine from sight beyond
come when I call them.
But you

silently invite yourself on your own.

Do you expect me to not notice
by turning the light on?
I know you're hiding,
while watching me go.
And I go down under
the thickest of rocks
and still you reach there and
touch.

I know... I know.
I'm going nowhere.
You're here, and there, and sight beyond.
I can't escape the paths you draw, and what is the worst:

You don't even know me.

I'm less
than dust.

But I still do know you, omnipresent,
in all my thoughts

as a god.