I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Scattered within an endless space.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
To fathom these ancient beings, so high
Is a custom of ours, a meager race.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
We’ve pondered and gazed, so moved by the sight.
We’ve mapped and journeyed upon our world’s face.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
Seeking knowledge and truth, our minds take flight.
In time, perhaps, we’ll match their pace.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Scattered within an endless space.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
To fathom these ancient beings, so high
Is a custom of ours, a meager race.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
We’ve pondered and gazed, so moved by the sight.
We’ve mapped and journeyed upon our world’s face.
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
Seeking knowledge and truth, our minds take flight.
In time, perhaps, we’ll match their pace.
I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights
Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night
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