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Just Another Star

In the winter sky
 when the moon is but a crescent
 or is it a croissant?
Nevertheless, the twinkling is distinguishable
 the random patterns of distant glowing lights
 some turning on, others shutting down.
In all the years that pass
 the centuries and millennia that exceed our time
 the brilliant lights begin to dim and fade.
What we see now came about generations ago
 and as the lights begin to slowly burn out
 we recognize our time nears an end.
We are remnants of stardust
 clustered beyond this revolving sphere
 and what remains after us - are 
just another star's tears.

for Mark Massey
The Star in my Avatar

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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