The Cosmos

Deep pits of the blackest black,

Filled with dying light as worlds tear apart.

Burning cauldrons of elemental creation,

Spitting fiends from the Devils heart,

Threaded strings of delicate dust,

Curtains of deftly woven belts,

Treasuries of knowledge, stand adrift,

Vaults of power, potential, wealth,

A magnitude of wondrous ponder,

Guiding life, reaching further,

What thought the simple mind encounters,

At the chance of a meeting an otherworlder,

An ocean of mystery in waves and rips,

As currents pull at our logic and belief,

Earth’s sanity, with all her comforts,

A resort of comprehension, providing relief,

Live in understanding, routine and little traverse,

Or challenge and adventure the deep universe.