The Night Sky
We are all as dead,
as burned out,
as the stars that shine
above our heads.
We may shine as bright,
and as blinding
as the sun
before we die.
Yet mere points are we,
in time and in space.
And the sum of all of us
is not enough
to illuminate the darkness.
The ever-growing darkness.
Hide from our past mistakes.
Hide from the night sky.
Burn yourself to illuminate the night;
feeling nearly human, but not quite.
Dig down deeper to escape the day.
Drown yourself in soil,
let the sky fade away.
Not all shall die
and cease to shine
before their light
have reached our eyes.
But the night sky glows
with faded echos
from long ago,
weary from their journeys.
And so shall we,
in time and in space,
traverse infinity
merely hoping
to illuminate the darkness,
the ever-growing darkness.