Voice of The Cosmos

Listening To Eternity

To what kind of cosmos do I belong

And what pattern or value does it hold?

Among the nebulae and nova, strung upon the heavenly horizon

I see wonders and fearful conflicts arise and diminish

All the glory of light shatters the blank abyss

And stars I cannot behold are promised to be

Somewhere I may never tread

What kind of universe am I afloat within?

Does it know, or think, or care?

And what future has it in store for me

For sun and earth?

Can it be a death, a memorial of glory dying?

Is it stretched to breaking point, and yearning to return to nothing?

Will it take me with it, on it's final journey?

As grey clouds mass gently above my brow

And drops caress my world with indifference

I wonder, about all things

And those that came before

Who gazed at skies and loved our moon

Who marvelled at our star, yet feared it's wrath

And I ask myself

What difference does it make

Whether we were meant to be

Or whether we are not a thought

Is this vastness a universe of despair

Where hope is vain and cruel?

And unbridled power chooses planets and peoples

Is this place so cold

Where there is no plan, no thought, no intention?

Are these hollow glories as cold as the barren planets

As empty as the lunar seas?

For if all is collide and collapse

And all patterns and platitudes meaningless and random

Then the greatest echo of the cosmos is sadness

Until all is no more

And time is spent and gone

Is it true?

Shall I weep for men, for earth, for stars?

What stays these tears?

It is the impossible, the unanswerable

The chorus of question and the fathom of joy

If this was meant to be

If light gives birth to life

And the universe gives birth to music

What more is to come?

There can be only one answer

Despair and destruction

Or design and deliverance

What do the stars tell me?

They whisper

A secret

They point the way

Reviews

[Phonetics]

This is beautifully written and it gives me chills. Thank you for writing this. It has given me great inspiration and thought

[Moomin]

Thank you. Your kind words are a pleasant reward