FULL OF STARS
We're made from space, we're full of stars
pulled from a hat, plucked from a quasar
To space we return, some think and pray,
But return we do not, nor do we stay
Flux is the way, spontaneous array
Mystery and answer are stuff the same
Poems in science, romantics guess
Rhymes in a sky of emptiness
Wanderers lost in a desert of math,
Nuclear chaos marking the path
Blue of the sea, blue of the eye
poignant as curiosity, endless as Pi.
---Charles Bogle |
