The stars look down
to see no wrong, no right,
there is just what is.
Who then stands in judgement
as another shiney pebble of folly
slips through the fingers of time
into the cold, cold stream of existence.
Such boundless leaps of progress
remanufacturing ploughshares
of tomorrows techno-horror
held at bay on a prayer for
the beauty of starlight.
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dusk arising (
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I reckon as long as one is able to see beyond the glare and catch just the slightest glimpse of what lays beyond, there is still hope for them yet .. I rarely use the L word mate but I kinda loved this one of yours ................... Neville
tHANK YOU nEVILLE. i COUNT THAT AS HIGH PRAISE INDEED.
That prayer to starlight did it for me Dusk - - holding off the future by thoughts of beauty struck home - we really need to know stars just keep shing whatever happens around them - - thanks for such a brilliant lesson
Its something we all know and hold dear. We can fool ourselves but not the stars.
Beautiful out-loud read, Dusk.
Inspiring message.
Thank you Jerry.
This beautiful poem leads me to think about what the night sky might have looked like before we illuminated the world. And now we catch it whenever we can. Just love this, it's a fav.
The stars are majestic and sending rockets up there is just pure folly.
This touches my soul and reaches beyond now to timelessness
Thats because yOuve stood beneath the stars in awe of their majesty. Thank you SB
Love this
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