Stars

At midnight’s
point of bleakness
cloud lifted, stripped away
the oppression of weather;
sky, then, revealed starlight;
as if nothing before had shone
through emptiness;
as if nothing before had ever
punctured that shroud of black,
lifeless space.

Light’s broken pieces,
shreds, shards and fragments,
suspended, unwilling to fall to earth,
prevented by gravity too weak to try,
as still as death, imperceptible
sparks of the future,
its falling embers,
bright instances
of time to come.

© BH, 1999/2018

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The third poem updated from the planetarium days. Just a fragment, originally ‘Sun and Moon’ and never quite completed. I opened it up and created a series of three - Sun, Moon, and Stars  Tried to put more of an edge on them. Fit for today’s even more fractured world.