Far brighter than the suns's sharp rays,
Far larger than immense,
A pinpoint perforates the haze
A thousand light years hence.
We gaze above, my friend and I,
And shiver in the cold,
While megafires burst in the sky,
Exploding molten gold.
A score of bright stars draw our gaze;
We recognize a few.
Four thousand lesser lights appear
As black replaces blue.
We shiver in the growing chill
And still we stand, entranced.
For every star that we can see,
A billion more have danced.
When we at last decide to go,
We stroll back down the hill
And thank our God, Producer of
This winter night's grand thrill.
I liked this, it was so pretty! I'm not religious, but your poem sounded very nice! 'Far larger than immense' This was interesting. I don't think I've ever read anything quite like it, :) Great work!
Oh, but you have put into words a grand thing! Realization of the immense time span above us mortals! We have only to look up to see infinity...as our far ancestors did, with the same awe. Wonderful work! ! xxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yen, there is a majesty in your writing that impresses as much as the words excite. A powerful and lingering impression of contained imagery. Rgds, Ivan