In ghostly skies a stellar glow
from erstwhile stars of long ago
that shone with splendor ere they died,
perchance were wished on starry-eyed,
still haunts in heavens' spectral show.
We gaze with wonder from below,
amidst our scurries to and fro,
at panoramas mythified
in ghostly skies.
The winds of fame and fortune blow
with sound and fury fiercely, though
our life be ebbing like the tide;
for death o'er all shall yet preside,
unfathomed as the cosmic flow
in ghostly skies…
Thanks for telling me this. I just tried again and the picture has now appeared. Hooray!
Common ground both in heaven and on earth, it is amazing looking at Light from a star long dead, wonderful poetry as always my friend.
Thank you for your reaction and astute comment as always! I appreciate having you as a reader! (I am having trouble posting the image with the poem.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry. Wonderful wordplay and stunning photo. Loved it.
Thank you very much for your encouraging words! I'm glad you liked it!