Sunday, December 14, 2014

28: Gentle Stars

Gentle lapping of waves against stone,
Steadily, unhurried, unnoticed.
The rush of vehicles on the road,
Washing every other waves to oblivion.

Darkness of sky, speckled diamonds,
Withholding stories from the dawn of time.
Blotted out by city glows,
Screened by our dominion over life.

The fantasies, the worries, the speculations, the troubles.
All that we have known and respected,
All that has ever was and is.

Every thing that ever mattered,
Doesn't matter to the soft pounding of waves.
The hard crashing of helplessness,
Soothed by timeless nature of eternity.

In the presence of time itself,
Uncertainties and doubts surface clear.
Yearning for an answer and a revelation,
Questions that doesn't have a resolution.

Questions that may never be answered,
For the universe is so much more.

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