Stardust

 

A season of darkness descends 

Heavy as our worldly cares 

Of wars & long disagreements

Blanketing candle light with chill

Can we recall the bright sunshine

That books give us, turning hours to

Gold and greens the path we trod upon

Words filled us, stories infused us

Can we fall as sepia brown leaves

Soft against the wind, accepting

Of nature's cycle, dying to dust

Belonging back to soil, a moment

So brief, we are but a speck

So mote, where millions & millions

Have walked this way before

Have gazed to the sky with awe

That we are & all that we can be

is second in time, a blue dot 

Of infinity.  I float, light 

as stardust, the tide rises in me

Of hope, blue as cosmic ocean

Of love, calling us back home

Inspired by Carl Sagan's Cosmos.  He was the Director of the Laboratory studies and David Duncan Professor of Astrology and Space Sciences at Cornell University . He was the recipient of the Joseph Priestly Award "for distinguished contributions to the welfare of mankind", and the Pultzer Prize for literature.  He died in Dec. 1996.

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”

“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.”

“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”

Goodreads on Carl Sagan

YouTube, Pale Blue Dot

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A Bookish Mood, hosted by guest, Dora.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.