Our Celestial Quilt

Listen to the whispers of the ancient sky

She looks your way in a subtle outcry

She misses the way the stars used to lie

Yet she knows each body must be born, move, and die

 

Each day we’re woven into the celestial quilt

And we go here and there in a lithe, melodic lilt

At the seaside, boulders soon become silt

And flowers, once in unraveling bloom, must wilt

 

So this is how the dust fills our eyes

Each speck is another of the wondrous signs

Of death, decay, entropy, the signs of the times

Yet we strive to be remembered long after each of us dies

 

Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash

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