Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
partially inspired by the writings of Carl Sagan
only at the end
did the small fragment of rock
rolling slowly across aeons of emptiness
see light again
only one small piece of a world once so bright
had made its final voyage this far
nebulae stretched green and orange spiderwebs across the edges of the darkness
and stars died in screaming white pebbles of fire
but no longer were there any witnesses
to gasp in awe and wonder
except for one small rock
sailing alone along wave after wave
tossed by endless tides in the void
roaming for a million years longer
than it had lasted when it was whole
when it had a name
when it was called
earth
one last remnant at the end of its final journey
so tiny it would not even fill the hand
of the smallest of people
that had inhabited its once immense surface
and from the topmost corner of the dark
one dusty beam of light
gently strokes the troubled face
of one meagre scrap of ground
what hopes and dreams could such a little piece of earth carry?
what fears and failures?
was it witness to the violence of birth?
does it hold the silence of one of our final breaths?
will the last fragment of our existence
carry with it forever
love
or hate?
the feeblest piece of ground that we stand on
may be the furthest from our minds
but what we choose to do on it
may just be the final impression left
of all of our lives
how will you have us remembered
human being?
only at the end
did the small fragment of rock
rolling slowly across aeons of emptiness
see light again
only one small piece of a world once so bright
had made its final voyage this far
nebulae stretched green and orange spiderwebs across the edges of the darkness
and stars died in screaming white pebbles of fire
but no longer were there any witnesses
to gasp in awe and wonder
except for one small rock
sailing alone along wave after wave
tossed by endless tides in the void
roaming for a million years longer
than it had lasted when it was whole
when it had a name
when it was called
earth
one last remnant at the end of its final journey
so tiny it would not even fill the hand
of the smallest of people
that had inhabited its once immense surface
and from the topmost corner of the dark
one dusty beam of light
gently strokes the troubled face
of one meagre scrap of ground
what hopes and dreams could such a little piece of earth carry?
what fears and failures?
was it witness to the violence of birth?
does it hold the silence of one of our final breaths?
will the last fragment of our existence
carry with it forever
love
or hate?
the feeblest piece of ground that we stand on
may be the furthest from our minds
but what we choose to do on it
may just be the final impression left
of all of our lives
how will you have us remembered
human being?
