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Mar 2014
The night sky we see
is not the same,
as the one our ancestors looked upon.

Stars have faded,
urban sprawl has invaded,
and the once perfect span of night
may be lost in our sea of light.

The busy people do not notice.
No one looks to the stars anymore

The thick black sky,
speckled with whispers of distant life.
Beautiful lanterns floating in the dark.
Guardians of our universe,
watch life dance with death,
as  they silently fade away.

There are no more answers from the gods.
No more stories in the night.
No more questioning how everybody came to have life.

The world is too busy,
drenched in it's artificial light.
Too busy to get lost in this magnificent expanse.
Too busy to look to our creators.
The sparks that create life.
The amateur poet
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The amateur poet  Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)   
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