Interstellar Dust Poem by Phil Capitano

INTERSTELLAR DUST

Wrapped in darkness alone I abide
Underneath these starry skies.

Northern Cross or graceful swan
A billion years their lights have shone.

Swimming these dark matter oceans
I am filled with humble emotions.

Ninety-nine percent I cannot see,
So much is sought in luminosity,

Shrouded by the Uncertainty
And the Theory of Humanity.

Born of elements, the cosmic seed.
Then into the heart-space and all that bleeds

Consciousness, the I that sees
Struck by waves of possibilities.

So here I stand, my thoughts to rust,
Nothing more than interstellar dust.