Space. - Poem by David Lessard
There are planets in the sky,
whose names we do not know;
all we do is stare and gape,
something old back then, aglow.
Light that came from years ago,
we gaze at in the night;
created for our vision,
this star-filled, wondrous sight!
There are comets racing high,
asteroids all afire;
black holes that suck up stars,
as they suddenly expire.
Galaxies that dwarf our own,
are out there, in the void;
we see the northern lights at times,
and we are overjoyed.
There are nebulas, swirling round,
gaseous clusters, that bend the mind;
as we slumber silently,
as space above, unwinds.
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