IN THE QUIET.

I stroll home in the quiet,

Lost in the embers of the evening's light,

Dusk flies swiftly swallowed by night,

I look up to see the universe glisten,

And imagine the clusters of galactic bodies

pulsating in activity fueling cosmic fusion,  

Stars hang shining, beacons created eons of 

light years away reach here now for us to see 

showing a play in mysterious stella illusion,  

For their light is a pure reflection of truth,

Reflections of their history frozen as proof  

Yet, for every one of those satellites... 

it is assumed, our soul is connected to.

I slowly look down aware of the ground

back into the self to earth's might, 

I cross a reflective bridge footprints leave  

impressions of this day written in time,

Never to come again this day slowly dies 

Whilst the universe hums and strums its

eternal tune in the quiet, to revitalize!