Have you seen the night sky? Our night sky?
Point-speckled with pinhole twinkles,
An inky velveteen from which you fly.
Or flew.
Now you've arrived, would you return?
We feel like family, so we'd like to know
If the paint-splattered fabric of infinity calls you
When are you likely to go?
Return?
You can stay as long as you like, of course!
Our night sky is more precious than even our day.
It bookends and divides eternity,
How long do you think you'll stay?
You are welcome in our space
Our place is your place
You are welcome, though I'm sure we seem unrefined
Maybe gauche, provincial or behind the times?
Silly us, with our rockets, our wars, our incapable minds
We were going to tidy up the rivers, the seas,
The poverty, the hubris, the whole humankind.
About the Creator
Ian Vince
Erstwhile non-fiction author, ghost & freelance writer for others, finally submitting work that floats my own boat, does my own thing. I'll deal with it if you can.
Comments (2)
Spectacular!!! 👏🏼🎉
Great poem!