Matthew Anish Poet Ballade

Movements of a Distant Sun

Movements of a Distant Sun

Far out in the cosmos 
A cloud of gas 
has become a sun 
On earth we watch its movements 
From our small planet 
We consider the distant star 
Have civilizations grown up there?
Have other voices lifted their voices in song?
Light - years separate us 
From that distant system
What can we know of them?
Travelers on another sphere 
What can we know of them?
And what do they know of us?
Are they peering out at our world
through the immense darkness?
What do they think of our creations?
Are they indifferent to them?
Are they content to be observed 
and never casting an eye 
upon our precarious home?

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Elizabeth Wesley January 20, 2012 at 6:51 PM An immense universe begs to find the answers to so many questions. The sky is always wonderful to look at and dream on.

Joe Maverick January 20, 2012 at 12:01 PM Taking notice of the line our precarious home Matthew...) well put write..!

Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2012 at 9:23 PM All great questions that I am sure many souls have asked and will always be asking, Matt. NICELY done. soupmail.

Lizanne Scholtz January 18, 2012 at 7:02 PM Enjoyed your work Matthew. Elizabeth

Poet Destroyer A January 18, 2012 at 6:25 PM Matt, I love watching the movement ... i think much of our creation... this is a very brilliant poem.. I love life and all the science one can think of... theories, to set our minds on... now i will ponder on the ending thought..always,..p.d.

Charles Jefferson January 18, 2012 at 6:04 PM Wonderful, I think of questions like this all the time. Some people are so quick to say that we are the ONLY life in light years and light years of infinite mysteries. Its so complexing how they can except the creation, from whatever source, of an infinite universe, but refuse to except the possiblity of other life among us.