Birth of a Dream or: Death of a Hope
Looking out at the great expanse of night
the darkness flares and shimmers around me
each star a tiny pinnacle so close but unreachable
standing alone arms stretched up high to them
they are born over and over showering down
trying to touch the brilliance of the great void
The thickness of the infinity brushes my body
making me feel so small almost nonexistent in
the scheme of all that is inexplicably laid out
Could I a mere speck of humanity ever compare
to the lights that shimmer and shoot heavenward?
Could I make any beauty that would enthrall such
as this that I stand under and look up at blindly?
Could my birth cause delight as the ones I watch?
Taking my arms down I cannot look away easily
If I do I know the dreams and hopes that lay within
will flee from me to be replaced by the hopelessness
Finally releasing heaven from my gaze I do look down
and the dreams go and I see myself the beauty fades
The hopes that should be so easily accomplished
in comparison to a star shooting across an endless sky
are tiny and meaningless… sadness fills me…
I dare not look up and show the void my tears
Because the great bounty of space knows no emotion
It goes on forever creating itself over and over
The beauty never fades… and the dreams up there
Live on forever… not crushed like the ones born here