Microscopic Minds Poem by Michael Webb

Analyzing the sky at night
With heavy eyelids
Searching for just one sight
Hidden in silence

What a gorgeous night
The stars show true beauty
When not obscured by light
In an everlasting movie

I wonder what is out there
Beyond the nearest stars
So every night I stare
At shiny space cars

A majestic portrait of time
Painted on a canvas of darkness
Who or what is capable of a design
So immaculate and heartless

Trapped in a black hole
In the middle of nowhere
Expanding without control
Time begins to tear

Our minds are our tools
For space travel so vast
Answers unteachable in schools
In the days of future passed

We are all just floating in space
Without coarse or destination
Soon to vanish without a trace
So there is no need for impatience

Grains of sand without meaning
On the shores of the universe
Lying down here dreaming
Upon the tiny planet earth