Found beneath silk like wrappings
Smoldering barely, the coals create,
The Embers of my innermost, the splendor
In light and warmth; our light blue,
fluffy white deception hides the truth
As it dwindles and grows transparent
And the Twilight is made of dark hues
Accentuated by points of distant light
Numbering more than can be imagined.
Points of light stabbing through
Unfathomable distances between
Incredible places, unobtainable
As we realize and reluctantly accept
our place amongst the countless others.
Truths at first alarming until
surreal sets in to soothe and
ease the discomfort of knowing
How unimportant and miniscule indeed
We are not the center of creation.
We are simply One more
Of the countless others, Looking out
Wondering how?