Look down on a fallen thing
I am but dull matter, but I think of the sky,
The sky that has seen my ancestors’ eternity
But at night I see beyond – seen comets and meteors die,
Know that I see suns that are beyond me.
And knowing they collapse and burn,
Leaving only the blackness forever,
I know I must too, but with sooner turn,
And the realisation swiftly sets upon me –
Thinking matter and must be aware that it must die,
And living for less than eternity makes it but a waste of time.
Here is another one of the ‘Tempus Fugit’ poems – I hope you enjoy it. The idea of eternity is something I find very enjoyable to write about, with the certain knowledge that I will never, ever manage to do it justice.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic