The stars ripple, dance, and glimmer.
The worlds above glow no dimmer.
Glinting rays shine through The Ether.
Mother Sun warms us beneath her.
When we look to the stars above,
Electric blues, reds, earn our Love.
But soon we must lower our gaze
To focus on more Earthly rays.
Our Sea of Stars – Sisters, Brothers,
Of different hues, like those Others
Why then, can we not love their light?
All of us burn, we all burn bright.
© CGT, 2017.
Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.