...just old light

we are all stars
fading, she said
a street prophet
shocked into telling
the amazing truth
as she saw it
dressed for winter
with holey high
holy boots
and a hooded wool coat
clamouring against it all
she could see through us
history, she whispered
wrote us in advance
because it knew
we'd forget
stars! she screeched
fading faithless
and falling stars
around our heads
and ears
but we can't hear a thing
we can't see for the brilliance
that it's only old light
out soon
too soon...