Late hours, into deep night

Late hours, gazing into the deep, opaqueness of the night

The sky covered by a mass of clouds in convoluted disarray

We get a  glimpse of stars, intermittently glittering away, 

I, stand in the dark, baffled by the wonderful sidereal light

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And one, marveled by such a brilliance, such  a serene sight

Cannot imagine the rumble, the power of the heavenly bodies

As they speed through space faster than any wind, or wing that flies

Faster than thought itself, on a neck-breaking race, speed- of -light flight

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Those stars, like precious stones, cushioned in cotton swab like shrouds,

Throb  away, as myriad of diamonds, intense, blue pinpoints of light

Hidden in the brumous  tousle, of a cloud cover, twinkling bright

Ah, but if  listened to, wouldn’t they be like roaring lion mouths ?!

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Here and there, there are those flares, those bright blue flint sparks

— Blue Stars, aren’t they, the newly formed stars, and Quasars?

— Many  of pale or yellowish tint, aren’t they like our sun, middle aged stars?

— Others of reddish  tinge, super giant stars… all borne from gluons and quarks

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And one, marveled by such a brilliance, such  a serene scope

Cannot imagine the rumble, the power of the heavenly bodies

As they speed through space faster than any wind, or thought that flies 

Aren’t they spiraling infernos, fireballs, on a neck-breaking gallop??

Slow motion moments, here, we marvel at their sidereal beauty and power

When night skies, much like burning tumble weed, as in Van Gogh’s Night Sky 

 Show us, World upon Worlds, whirling and tumbling,falling apart?

Why we, as Moses at Mount Sinai, before the burning bush, kneel down and cower?

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