Winter silence slowly falls upon the land, and the earth falls asleep.
Early nights mean the stars above greet us before we drift into slumber.
Looking into the stars, our minds full awake, we realize we are living among the stars, riding a
small sun-drawn chariot through the universe, an island people living among the sea of stars.
And if we are sailing through that ocean of myriad lights, is it not possible that on other islands, far distant, there are others who look out upon the vast ocean and say “Are we alone?”

Winter Epiphany

Winter brings the early dark while we are still awake,
and with this winter dark there comes the stars, full in its wake,
deep silence falls as we look up and see the sky full round,
and realize we’re sailing on a sea of stars bright crowned.

We live upon that sea of stars, uncounted billions shine
on one small shining sailing ship that houses hearts and minds.
We’re astronauts! Though we forget we ride an unknown sea,
with denizens we’ve yet to know, while planets burn and freeze;

who ride through ancient winds and witness birthing or dying stars;
setting sail or coming home across the evening bar.
No longer earth-bound people who have no place to go,
but wanderers through endless seas we have yet still to know.

Star travelers!  And one day we may yet come to know
that we’re but one of many who ride the starlit glow.

© 2014 Eschate