By Anonymous
I gaze up at the brilliant mixture of the light of burning stars
With a suspicion that those stars of hefty yet faint stature might hush my awe
For this sight of shimmering stars might have been overshadowed.
By their fixed fate, they all could have diminished, but they could still be perceived;
Or maybe not, maybe that myriad of makings in our hazy view will yet stand to mesmerize our eyes.
Either way, we can merely persist to ponder over how we could pioneer into the ocean of void to touch these dazzling stars,
But, for the time being, all we can do is but wonder while we are bound to the round Earth.
Editor: AJ Patencio
I’ve always loved the image of a starry night sky. I relate to this line a lot as well: “Either way, we can merely persist to ponder over how we could pioneer into the ocean of void to touch these dazzling stars.” I recognize this can be both literal and figurative, and I really love both interpretations. Nice work (whoever you are, “anonymous” poet!)