I haven’t been with my poetry muses for quite some time, but I did have a visit lately while I was aboard a plane. I just had to write down the words that flowed out…


Flying in the purgatory of the night sky
There are stars below me, and stars on high
And not quite do I comprehend why
The farther one is from me
The less its significance seem to be
Yet billions of light years away
A thousand times brighter than the sun
Those stars seem to shine through
And no matter how distant I am from earth
Things remain what they are made of

Come to think of it, from stardust we are made
Remnants of those old explosions of long-forgotten stars
Same soup from which the universe is made
So far apart and yet the same
Beauty, magic, and wonder combined

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