The Eyes That Burn

Everything dies and everyone leaves.

Even the stars, 

are but burned out memories.

Lies of light and proportion,

like surely glowing light bulbs,

time capsules of decades past.

Each long extinguished fireball

a font of human dreams and memories.

Our galaxy is a graveyard,

for a generation of immolation.

Vast, limitless,

inhabited by fire and faith and little else.

Even in the day they lay,

far beyond our vision,

glittering in eternal night.

Yet those who lie,

back to the never-ending stone,

eyes to the clouds and stars

are fools and dreamers in the eyes of the world.

But within, they gaze out,to 10,000 dead and dying suns.

They understand patience and death,

and know, as no others can,

that the only eyes that matter

upon the rocks or sky...

Are those which burn. 

By: Torrin A. Greathouse