i cast my eyes upward to the eternal onyx night
at once so velvety and black
yet filled with the luminous sparkle
a million points of incandescence
flashing, glimmering, splendor
horizon to horizon, shining lucent
telling tales of burnished glow flickering
illusory i can pluck one from the heavens
timeless brilliance existing from days and empires long forgotten
burning today as when the dinosaur roamed the earth
but they remain clear as if fixed to one spot
reality hurtling through space aglow, flying, soaring
do i see the shapes as they exist?
or can my mind create them?
turning what is not into what i desire
so twisted are my thoughts to wish to take resplendent beauty and power
and make them into my playthings
the ego of man
so brazen as to take the stars of the ebony heavens
radiance of g-d and make them familiar shapes and creatures
why does not man accept that in the illumination of the slate darkness
are shining suns with the mighty reverence that we place upon our own
for distance planets to orbit
ablaze with light beaming from timelessness
foolish man once again you purloin the infinite majesty
to accommodate it to fit your minuscule brain
as if the luminosity and its magnificence is yours alone
and not the abounding aurora that is the universe
selfishly we own them, yet they have existed since before we stood upright
thankfully they are not within our physical grasp or we would have
extinguished each, dimmed and drained in our voracity to control
all that is beautiful and glorious
tony scarpa 7/22/2018
