Astral Currents Poem by John Weber

I miss the sky of days gone by
before the roar of aerosol sprays,
electronic noise from power arrays,
when trust was met in a stranger's eye.

If the stars disappeared, would I notice?
Our arrogant glare dispels the divine
shredding our trail with stinking decline
in our dark corner of the cosmos.

It's clear we're been pinned to the corkboard
to mercifully sequester our vice
from enlightened star travelers seeking
the light within every random core.

Someday I will mine my loving shine,
spirit and energy shall combine
when I ask why the breath of your sigh
hastens the pace of verve's alibi.