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