Where did you come from, starlight wonder?
Say from what distant galaxy you hail
Tell me from what sparkling nursery did you meander
Or what angel raised you in a nebulous vale
How many eons have you flown to earth?
Or what luminous comets have you glimpsed in flight?
Tell of the wonders you have seen at cosmic birth
Of glorious neon stars this passing night
Where did you come from, starlit visitor?
I know not how to give you proper welcome
Teach me how to understand your galactic vernacular
So I can scrawl a message for you on the ocean foam
Tell me what I should do to make you smile
To make your celestial eyes gleam with delight
How can I celebrate your starlit birth in style?
Or how to shower your radiant soul with heaven’s light
Tell me how I can make your stay delightful
Or express my boundless gratitude for your choice
To stay beside me and take me on as your disciple
To listen how you create a melody out of cosmic noise
You must have come to us from another world
A glowing world of higher beings and thin air
Thank you a million times for the chance to hold
An angel’s hand in mine and see heaven everywhere
- Author: Jo March (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2021 05:23
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem about our special connection with the cosmos. I feel like in the cosmos there is this other part of us, our cosmic counterpart, that we can communicate with if we really want to. It seems to me that some people I talk to help me feel that they have come to us not from earth. We share an earthly experience, of course, but when I talk to them, I feel like they have lived multiple lives or something... In any case, it often seems to me that these kind of people have a wonderful deep connection with the cosmos that we also sense when we communicate to them. I believe the experience is akin to talking to old souls. At the same time, I am certain that all of us without exception also have this wonderful deep connection with the cosmos. Sometimes, it appears to me that all we have to do is sort of tune up our own frequencies so that we would sense it more keenly. I dedicate this poem to the cosmic, starlit visitors among us.
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