493 Outer Space: The Sequel [12 July 2002]

the horizon burns
with the flames
of the setting sun
mistress night unfurls her wings
to encase this part of the world
in gentle darkness
like fireflies
automobile headlights glare
down the road
mother earth’s children
lay themselves to sleep
while humanity strives
to stay awake
the moon is the barest of slivers
silvery white among the blue
the stars blink themselves into existences
as if they are just awakening
some far off civilization
watches their skies as we do
what constellations mark their blue?
to them are we a bright star?
or dim as a candle burning out?
one day may we find out

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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