Silent Sky

 

Silent Sky

 

Dark reaches above, empty and cold,

Therein lie stories as yet untold.

Mysteries still to be unscrolled,

Answers too deep still to behold.

 

Are there songs sung by distant stars?

Tales wrung from galactic memoir?

Can we learn from such repertoire?

Will we ever make it so far?

 

Do we hear, do they call?

Do we fear, will we fall?

Are they near come nightfall?

I am no seer, no not at all.

 

From ought returning to nothing:

What is existence offering?

Lessons told beyond hearing –

What from chaos can we wring?

 

What do we know of living?

Striving, fighting and dying.

This life is more than just some fling:

Happiness can come with a sting.

 

Do we hear, is there no call?

Do we fear, will we fall?

Are we near some nightfall?

I am no seer, no not at all.

 

Ear to ground,

I gaze around,

Still no sound,

And nothing found.

 

Are we tormented by silent sky?

What lessons may have passed us by?

What do the mute heavens imply?

Are we on a permanent standby?

 

Do we hear, do they call?

Do we fear, will we fall?

Are they near come nightfall?

I am no seer, no not at all.

 

Cliff Lake 5/11/2025

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