THE ASTROPHYSICIST REGRETS

(who is the dew on our dreams of a

sweeter world. Somewhere.)

The sun has kissed another dawn

And spread it’s latest hue

O’er conscious streams and all our dreams Of yesterday and new.

A blackbird’s shed in song again

His blessings on mankind,

We two will forage through the day; And end it no less blind.

Perhaps today I’ll clearly see Just what a light year spells And ride upon a beam of light To Heaven’s gate or Hell’s

And watch those ghostly photons speed

Through darkness black and far Through miles and miles, so barren that They’ll never strike a star

Across the silent void of space As cold as pity’s stare As sterile as a forlorn hope As sunken as despair.

Some fall upon a waiting world And eyes that crave to see

The news from distant galaxies And whence our destiny.

What word of how it all began? what hour preceded time?

How many new dimensions make a universal rhyme?

Some fall upon a reckless thought;

That there’s another home, on the deepest of profundities; Perhaps we’re not alone?

Could there exist a place, beyond, Devoid of human fears?

Could there be something sweeter Than a vale of ancient tears?

How futile do our questions seem, Those sabateurs of peace,

But our souls will surely shrivel Should our questions ever cease.

A million lines of thoughts have graced My pages but to see

The sum of my equations read,

The blackbird = me.

Grandad.