I yearn to gaze into a lens
to view the outer space.
What my eyes will see all depends
on how I view this place.
Alive and well, stars burn with life;
while others, growing old,
will view these orbs with growing strife
until themselves are cold.
An asteroid falls across the sky
to find its resting place
in the minds of observant eyes
then die without a trace.
A satellite reflects the gleam
of our colossal seas-
vivid as a child's first daydream
to journey where they please.
I yearn to gaze upon these lives
in space that's all but void,
but I open my sightless eyes
where space is none but void.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
I yearn to gaze into a lens
to view the outer space.
What my eyes will see all depends
on how I view this place.
Alive and well, stars burn with life;
while others, growing old,
will view these orbs with growing strife
until themselves are cold.
An asteroid falls across the sky
to find its resting place
in the minds of observant eyes
then die without a trace.
A satellite reflects the gleam
of our colossal seas-
vivid as a child's first daydream
to journey where they please.
I yearn to gaze upon these lives
in space that's all but void,
but I open my sightless eyes
where space is none but void.
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