|We are all travelers in an endless universe,
seeking the solace of a star streaked sky;
We search but find ‘beyond’
hidden by street lights.
Luminescence is merely a concealed illusion-
But who knew a shadow-factory
could fabricate a façade?
Who knew that glimpses of a ‘cheerful’ abyss
could continue to persuade us
to thrust the name ‘scary’
upon the innocent?
Through the illusion of light
and our world – a viewing device –
our sight is narrowed to nearly none.
And so, we believe that midnight is dark
and forget that night hangs stars
one by one;
That it cradles constellations
in its gentle palm,
sprinkling them with glitter,
just for us,
placing them to our familiarity,
just so that our troubles may be calmed.
We are specks in an ever-changing sky,
This magnificent cloud of disarray.
On this planet, we live our lives,
structure organizing our every day.
How it makes our hands shake
to think of a grain of sand left unnamed.
How it makes our minds quake
to think of a galaxy of fire, ice, and change.
We cry in fear of the uncertain and indefinite,
for the loss of perfection, we will never attain,
but we forget that we cannot order the infinite
yet the universe still lives, functions, remains.
It is so freeing – as we look to the planets,
trifling marbles in a boundless game –
to remember what we always knew deep down:
That we are so insignificant, and every mistake
that we will make in our tiny lifetime,
is not known beyond our atmosphere;
just a snowflake in eternal wintertime,
glittering in the light of a million suns,
far and near.
We are parts of a macrocosm.
We breathe in our niche amid a thousand planets,
yet live under the weight of a clock’s hand.
The tick-tock controls our short lives, but the sound
doesn’t travel through space’s furnished wasteland.
History omitted the knowledge
that time is a man-made concept,
and humans were the first ones to count the orbits
of our solar system’s contents.
But just as we forged the shackles that,
for centuries, have bound our wrists,
the key to unlocking them, in our
worn palms will forever exist.
A thousand eons of explosions and lifelessness
have plagued our galaxy home,
yet here we stand, breaking the timelessness
of a place where it’s infeasible for life to roam.
Still, sometimes we forget
that we are one in a billion,
that we dwell amongst the asteroids-
That we were made from stardust.
We are flecks in an endless sky,
our life, one blink in a foreign time.
How wonderful it feels to stop and see
that amongst planets and stars dwell we,
And as life flickers past, forever we’ll be,
wanderers through the cosmos…