Theories of Stars
Man had always looked to stars for guidance Wherever they were, wherever they sought Squinted to look up upon the night Those stars, echoes of what was once Echoes of a future we can’t ascertain The thought remains The ever questioning theories change Is it magnificent Is it just a shifting vortex We seem to want answers without knowing questions Imagination never seeks to end Staring out at the endless void Future we can touch within our fingertips Echoes of civilizations long gone People we will never meet, and times left to come So out at the beach Moon hanging low I stare onto the stars Beacons of neverending hope