To Fathom the Stars

The midnight heavens whisper in tongues of ancient light
 Their sources now transfigured through aeons long gone by
 Innumerable worlds with atmospheres untold
 Frigid peaks and landscapes, volcanic afterglow
 Waters encircling with stirrings of life
 Proliferations that gradually give rise
 The stars attended by their creations
 Harnessed by elder civilizations
 Forging the cosmos through splendrous ruination
 Sowing their substance for distant generations
 Stars die, worlds form, life arises and falls
 The galaxies in their billions, spirals and spheres
 With wings of woven stars inclined to cohere
 Structures of sidereal light merging as one
 With myriads of alien worlds awakening, orbiting their suns
 Within this existence and cosmos so vast
 We are nothing, as is our past
 Observing their motions and workings from afar
 With reverence, with worship, with wonder, I fathom the stars