Whisperings To the Midnight Sky

I sat by a moonlit window last night As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong- My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea. The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls. A dreary blackness was unrolled across the sky, And moonbeams brimmed over into the room. My mind set adrift to gloom and droll dreams In those wee hours of morn. I spoke to ancestors (if only in my mind) for they lived in simpler and perhaps wiser times. I thought how I envied them in a way, Though not really, as their bones lie dusty in Rustic vessels, traveling further back with each passing day. Their lips sealed mum, as still as the stars, and cold as winter's teeth, Yet resting above in glory cradles, numb to the tangles that Plague this old and somber world. I wondered what they would think of the present day, Which oft embraces adverse and complex things, That would perplex the keen-witted, scholars of yesteryear, And make the grave of Einstein sway. If those dear, timeworn relics traversed from Chivalrous and austere ages into the rages of this world, Where knowledge weaves through webs of microchip swirls. And people sail into streams of mouse-clicking dreams... Could you then, oh sweet vestiges of ancient yellow bones, Slumber on in quiet, mellow solace beneath your Inscripted bloodstones, and romance the Advancement of present times? Would you imagine these machines as Sleek schooners slicing through the midnight blue, Chartering primitive lands? Or rather dreadnaughts Waiting to wager warfare against the inculpable innocence of Youth, or the ignorance of man? Would you quiver and quake at the malice of mankind and perhaps find a better road to take? I wonder now, as I sit with the moon so bright, and listen to the stillness quietly hushing this sultry, sleepless night.