Thuban's Dance

When laid across the continents of time
Hot breath upon the poles
And eyes upon the dancing sister
In the nights
Of oceans
Blurred through age's vision
Like some unseen map across the skies
Mere mortals
Gaze and point
And wonder
What these patterns mean
For all that's seen
Has fallen under hand for sanctuary's cage
A finer age
Besets
The phrase and counterpoint
Music of the spheres
A chirpingSound
In dissonance
Or bland harmonics
Sacred to geometries
Of being
Yet a simple observation from a tiny
Elven form
Tsunamis
Deep within the hive of being
Bee dance for the paths to follow
Places for the gathering of pollon
For the soul