The Stars





Alone with the stars, amidst web-like
Gatherings of tiny dots of perfect light.
The stars, perennial in  their walk;
Their bright descent through every night.

In them you can see the trappings of
Our generations-  the automobiles,
And cantilever bridges; sentinels of modern life,
Reflected in the eternal mirrored star-fields.

But you also know, when you look up,
That they’ve gazed upon the upturned face
Of Napoleon; and with many ‘Ave’s’
Did they greet Caesar.  Ethereal time and space.

And now you greet the stars.
You partake in the viewing of their stride,
Beyond your reach the greatest vault-
Those diamonds of a greater race enshrined.

The only thing impressed upon my mind,
Beyond the perfect beauty, the greatness of it all,
Is that before the giant of eternity,
The greatest man must crawl.