Space
Space. The final frontier
whose voyages are yet to happen.
We quibble the concept of endless
and argue the concept of limitless
yet so far as we can tell we hang
balanced amidst both.
Look up at the stars and think
they’re so far away that some
are dead and you see light
from celestial ghosts.
And contemplate the galaxies
the billions spanning in the black
and think about what planets
hover within each.
And ruminate, just for a moment
how stellar is the interstellar
a vacuum of nothing, the road
between existences.
And possibly, just one day
we’ll figure out how to travel
in between the leagues of hopeless
void.
And maybe, maybe in the future
we’ll find others somewhat like us
who write poetry about neighbors
on the other side
of the universe.
Empty , with a loss of words.
So empty , with a loss of words,
but so happy at the same time . You looked up at something, and just stare because you didn't know it was possible for something to be so beautiful . I'm in awe, as the stars captivate me. Looking up at so many stars, and feeling so small. Knowing they are million of light years away, and you'll never see one up close. But how much smaller you would feel if we zoomed in much closer. I feel that as the night sky , will make you lose track of time. When you're looking straight above , you don't think about anything. It makes me wonder , how lucky the one to come up with constellations is, to be the chosen one for these beautiful glowing dots in the sky. I feel that no one should have a right to name them, even though it's really cool. But maybe what you see up there, isn't what I see at all. Then again, when I look up at the night sky, I feel so empty with a loss of words , how could I describe how I feel when there's no words that describe it , no way to explain it.
Amazed
When I gaze into the night sky, I become amazed. Out there lightyears away are billions upon billions of stars in our galaxy. I wish to travel into the depths of the gaseous clouds that construct a nebula. I envy the stars that are spewing out and consuming hydrogen and maybe even helium if they're big enough. I want to go to other galaxies and explore their marvelous objects. I hope to witness a red giant implode onto itself and create a tremendous explosion called a supernova. I would like to orbit a black hole. I crave to explore the depths of the universe, away from our solar system and even past our galaxy and out of the giant supercluster of galaxies the Milky Way lives in. Yes, when I think about the cosmos above and around me, I think of how I would love to visit the ends of the universe itself. Who know? I might stumble upon a wormhole that leads me to a second universe.
