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 © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019