System Of Stars

A mystery of light and history

Stars turn out in unknown numbers vast

Blanketed in a field of smokey mist

Who will count them but the children

Rolling across the greenery of hills

Falling off the cliff from infancy

Into infinity at the cost of baby ages

There is only one direction, up

Which is not too far from heaven

If you find it please inform us

We got lost between the covers of the night

When the compass brakes we still continue 

Our lives become so low we rise

To carry out assignments in the sky

Stars show up to shower us with reason

Our accountants count on them at night

Calculators crunch the endless numbers

Grind to a stop when the lights go out 

Reviews

[Earl Schumacker]

Good morning E. Thanks! Glad you liked it. I would hate to be an accountant. Rolling down the hill, going over the cliff, child like, looking back, looking up. (I understand from reliable sources that Up is the only direction), looking at the sky without caring how many stars there are is the only way to go. Have a great day and keep your compass handy at all times, (preferably in the pocket where it can do no harm.) Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

grind to a stop indeed ... as our peering eyes pierce darker and more vast reaches of space .. one can only sympathize with the madness of counting them ... unless of course one is a child .. rolling down that green grassed hill ;)))))))))) i like the progression of thought in this ...
E.