Somewhere a Star
A vast explosion in the sky
of supernova’s great goodbye
is how immense celestials die.
Yet these demises have their worth
to aid perchance in future birth
of star to house a planet earth.
Our human species’ vessel home
beneath the heavens’ vaulted dome
is floating in a sea of foam
where we’ve been sailing safe and sound
with bubbles multiversed around,
so novel theories propound.
Thus in our ‘brane’ with solar world
that’s strung with particles unfurled
we dwell within dimensions curled,
as per this unifying stance
about the unbeknownst expanse
which hosts our mortal song and dance.
The firmament we peer into
plays hide and seek with what’s in view
to shift with varied light anew.
When sets the sun at day’s decline
and darkness shapes its redesign,
somewhere a star will show its shine.
Longfellow’s classic epic said
that endless meadows overhead
would ‘one by one’ in silence spread
their star ‘forget-me-not’ arrays
of blossoms for the angels’ gaze,
his lovely lines to paraphrase.
‘How countlessly they congregate’,
wrote Robert Frost of stellar spate
that waits beyond the darkling gate!
Though death all life may underlie,
in cosmic twinkling of an eye
somewhere a star is born on high…
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,/ Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: ‘A Tale of Acadie’
First line of ‘Stars’, by Robert Frost, from Robert Frost’s ‘A Boy’s Will’, 1915…
M-theory ~ Wikipedia…
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