Falling,
suspended in the
expansion of the
universe.
Stars die in
slow motion,
convulsing,
drawing into themselves
preparing
preparing.
Falling,
through them
watching
cycles and patterns
watching ends
and destruction
watching
explosions
of colour and
chaos.
Watching darkness falling
into light.
Dark into light
I open my eyes.
One day I will close them again
and I will remember
how many times I have
watched the creation of
all I know to exist.
I will remember where
we all come from.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
