PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Here we lie, in these modern-day fields of Elysium,

            enveloped with one another,

            our backs to the soil and eyes to the cosmic canvas above.

The distant light of stars falls into our vision,

            having travelled millions of years for us to behold;

            their brilliance peppers the black background of night.

The constellations of our ancestors lay before us,

            their respective images painted out with our fingertips,

            connecting one dot to another until made whole within our imaginations.

Strewn from one end of the sky to the other lies our galactic plane,

            seen by us mere humans as a brilliant beehive of light;

            it caresses our souls, both stunningly beautiful and terrifying in scope.

Underneath this blanket of stars,

            our bodies do not take in the cold of the crisp autumn night,

            but are warmed by their soothing hues as we hold each other tightly.

For once we were nothing more than elements contained within those dots of light,

            cast out into the Universe by means of explosion—

            the final glorious battle cry of our astral mother.

Time and evolution have landed us here,

            intelligent life come from the skies above in eons past;

            what comes next is what we create for ourselves.