Nightfall

The great bleak black expanse
Winking, twinkling, with ephemeral
globes of hope;
Guiding lights lit, only in
our darkest hour.
Come the illuminate enlightenment
heralded by the Dawn of Man, however,
Guiding lights retreat to darkness,
Leaving Man blinded in his own light,
Decidedly alone left to wander.

Knowledge is sown, yet
Guiding lights forgotten;
Pride is proudly shown, yet
Our ancient rites go rotten.
The fruit of progress: ignorance,
And forget our old friends, we do,
Not a single tear shed for the blackening stars,
For we are our own stars- Adieu.

Adieu to Meaning,
To guidance and to Love.
Adieu to our Father, way up above.
We need none,
For the glory of Man,
And so we are lost and blinded
By the myth: Yes we can.

Reviews

[Elly]

Wow, that's really lovely

[Ruth]

WOW!
This is a unique journey love, a great poem :)
Seems the dark holds a lot more than just the stars!
Awesome :)
xx

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. what an amazingly relevant observation about our times ... wow ... and of course ... you are a brilliant poet ... this is brilliantly written ... and that last line ... is like a few punches in the stomach ...