Celestials
They lie amongst the darkness,
Silent, still, alone,
Peaceful giants of brilliant light,
Emanating across the quiet tranquility.
Crying white diamond shimmers,
Birthing life,
They loom among the endless vacuum,
Protecting their children like forlorn sentinels.
Kamikaze
The Winds of the Gods carry me—
My life will serve a greater purpose.
Might I spiral out before I go?
Look at the sky: Full of dust—
The dust of people before me.
Serve a purpose, they say.
But where is purpose in becoming dust,
becoming an onlooker,
and a Blind one at that…
My aluminum casing
shields my eyes from the wind that carries me-
I’m blind either way.
How can I find the Heavens in explosion?
In the end, my dust is
earthbound.