Starfield
In a starfield
Of ten thousand mighty suns,
Where shadow is forever barred,
And darkness is an imaginary thing,
There dwells a creature
On the rocky world to which
it does cling...
Last of his kind,
In fact, the last living thing
A creature that crawls'
Not one to take wing...
The time for it's last breath
has come,
The time for the last life
to go..
Now rocks and moutains
quite unseen,
Seems God's sense
of humor,
sometimes seems mean
Billions more years
will have to pass,
Till some other creature's
shadow will be cast
And all that time
To the suns mean nothing,
But a twinkle of an eye,
And the mighty suns
do shine on alone,
When all forms of life
do die.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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