Cosmic Grand Scheme

   As the curtain of daylight draws shut 

                    As night falls.                         

 Shadows dance across the darkened

                          walls

Of a house silhouetted in the thin pale.                  moonlight of twilight 

And the air there is the eerie sound of 

                       silence 

   Coupled with the beating of my heart 

   And the breathing of my overtaxed lungs 

My thoughts are of wondrous things

As I lie awake in bed gazing at the beauty of the heavens beyond

Unimaginable beauty never dreamt of

in my wildest of dreams

And all the Earth is but a piece of solar driftwood that Man has somehow inherited through the mysteries of time and space

Just a small afterthought in the grand scheme of cosmic things

Copyright 2003 by Andy Duane Burkhart.