I could get lost

I could get lost

Looking up

Dizzying myself

Following the pattern

The familiarity of design

The comfort in knowing the stars

Will shine tomorrow

Just as long as the sky is clear

Sadness in the realisation

Of the many lost.

Blinking out,

Falling in disarray

Swallowed by shadows

Eaten by mountains

Hungry volcanic outcrops

Standing arms wide and open-mouthed

Just waiting for the fall.

The lights of the City

Trying so hard to dispossess them,

Overpowering their lustre

With the brightness of Electricity.

Even to know

The flash of falling is not a star

Barely compensated

By the knowledge

So many died

Before we were born.

The timelessness of great age

Twinkling in Morse code

A universal message

Barely understood.

The weight of presentation

Pressing

Not ever down but outward

Suppressing a suggestion

Of intimacy

When the space they leave in death

Is so vastly empty

Of any understanding.

And yet

I feel an emotional tug

Of regret

Every time an old star dies

Without a replacement

To paste over the black hole

It might be irrational

To make a wish

But of course, I do.