A blanket upon my shoulders;
Our heads tilted towards the sky.
The glass pane separates
These two worlds.
Within ours, the lights go dark
And we stare towards the unknown.
Gentle and distant, fire burns
As we watch mesmerised.
How lucky, we say,
That we witness such precious skies.
How magnificent, we gasp,
At the history we look upon.
And it is to you, I ask
Just why the night sky
Stirs such emotion in us all?
Those distant flickers
Allow us to believe in anything.
And it is to myself, I answer
That it is their sheer impossibility
Shining so bright,
When they are all but lost, dead and gone
That baffles us all.
And we are left as specks
Upon the earth
Hoping that just maybe,
Anything at all is possible.
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