Lonely, Awestruck

Each individual speckle of light

is so immensely distant when viewed from our night sky. 

Bearing planets- life

beyond this humble earth. 

I look up with hope that someone’s looking back;

let my gaze be met

by another being who questions the cosmos the same as I.

Truly, we live in just one of countless worlds

obscured by the unforgiving, dark fabric

of space and time. 

4.24 light years

separates humanity from the closest star:

indeed, we are small.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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