Arc
ARC
(to David)
There is a thing people sometimes see
if they look long at the heavens, eventually
an arc of light across the sky
as a comet burns through the troposphere to die
it burns also to memory
its light and shape and symmetry
and once seen, is rarely forgot
Many things it is. I will tell you a thing it is not;
it is not sad.
Only perhaps, a solemn event
as the life of the comet is burned and spent.
no one should mourn the death all life must find
rather marvel at the trail of beauty it leaves behind
at the path of luster and the brilliance of light
that graces the heavens with the arc of its flight
seeing it, we are not sad that part of the universe flies to rest
but that, having stood under its arc, our spirits have been so greatly blest.
Copyright © Steve Edwards | Year Posted 2011
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