Galaxies

Spin swirling pinwheels cities of stars. Shining summits of never ending suns in the infinite swath of time. Nebulous mists churning out suns. Giving their glows of reds and blues, purplish hues, and glimmering golden yellows. Bending back blinding black points where times light is eternally consumed. Nuetrons pulsing out glows like light house beacons on unending sandy shores. Ever silent you drift through the black void. Dying orbs giving birth to clouds of untold eons. Stars as numberous as the sands. The attraction bends. I am of your essence. You twinkle in my mind. And I can not fathom your immensity. Nor would I wish too. Your splender lies in your mystery. I refuse to undermind your awe.

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Daniel Tate

Date: 9/16/2012 2:00:00 AM

If our Galaxy were the size of the United states, our solar system (with all it's planets and pluto) would be a sphere only two inches across. The sun (which is just a typical star) would be smaller than the period at the end of this sentence in the center of the sphere. The amout of star's being as small as a period in this model (however keep in mind star's very in size from colosal giants to minute dwarfs) would, (if considered the size of a period) fill two olympic sized swimming pools.

Terry O'Leary

Date: 9/15/2012 8:10:00 PM

Wonderful poem... Terry

Daniel Tate
Date: 9/16/2012 1:53:00 AM

Thank you Terry! I love astronomy.