Look upward, you who wish to view the past.
The spectacles that swirl and fill the sky.
Uncounted births and deaths the nights amass;
A million questions; less a reason why.
The solar winds subside, the sun grows tired
A growing darkness ends the light below.
The sky explodes in starburst dots attired
This light show that transpired so long ago.
Look upward, you who wish to view the past.
Update:Gio, yes, the sun will be around much longer than humans, at our present rate of destructive behavior.
Update 3:Pandora...what beautiful words. Can't poems be something other than the event described?
Can't they be the reaction of an emotional experience, expressed metaphorically? A beautiful
woman passes through a room. You didn't see her, but the scent of of her perfume lingers, and
the reaction of the people who did see her is still imprinted on their faces.
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Yes! That shining star we see right now may have died years ago, its light reaching us just now, tricking therefore our eyes. We are slaves of illusions. Fair life is constantly playing tricks on us. Absolutely lovely poem Gene.
Gene, I like your poem a lot, two stanzas remind me of Solar Engineering. Yes, our Sun (Helios) will die soon, he is a very old sun. His color is yellow-orange, which means he is an old Titan by now. The new suns have bluish emition. The good news are that he will live another 200,000,000 years, So I expect the human race to live a couple of thousand more years to think of how to clean this gifted planet, a hard thing to accomplish, considering the alteration of values towards negativity we face every day.
An interrobang is a question Mark and an exclamation Mark joined together.
Look up to see the inspiration of myths,
of poets, of artists, of music and of lovers...
A never-ending beauty of layer upon layer
of meaning.
A spiritual heaven, there indeed to inspire...
children dream in the night sky
some sit in awe, some try to fly
I use those often. Probably get beaten out of me sooner or later.
Nice poem. Out of date, I mean, timeless. ;)