Tiny balls of light
Dance through the night -
Ancient creations on display
Hundreds of light-years away.
Their shinning glow
Reaches across the cosmos -
So far... and so close; onward
To the ends of the universe it goes, and goes.
How can this be?
That the age of Eons ago, ... I now see -
This distant life that once was...
and yet, now is.
It once may have died -
But, I see it here, fully alive.
Starlight.
Illumine my dark night -
With such hope on high,
That I shall forever live... though someday I may die.
Absolutely I have often wondered at the starlight I see that has been dead for millions of years, another ten Smoky.
More exquisite artwork. Your poetry just gets better. (there's just nothing like an old soul writing out its heart- and I mean old like, eons of wiseness; not the conventional meaning as usually understood down here. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting.I am fond of cosmic poetry.