Drawn to the vast darkness of the heavens.
Shadows of the lost souls propelling us.
Abode the works of those with ashened skin,
The human mind filled with wonder and chaos.
Dust of the heavens are like gold mines, only they can simmer and bathe in destruction.
Call out to the gods, those who came before you,
Ask for answers of questions they never had.
Far, far away a dim glow of life,
A spectre conceived by the elusive forces of the universe.
Flickering and waning in the eternal dark waters,
For the universe bakes life, and swallowed it whole in a bat of an eye.
Hurry, hurry and die,
For forever isn't eternal.
Swiftly riding the arid winds of space,
the lifelong lived under the blistering sun long forgotten.
Born into the steady hum of machine,
and dipped in to the silent stretch of darkness.
We are the children of space.
Wondering about the universe, our history long forgotten.
O.M Hajane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem