The Vast of the Night
by David Baresch
When midnight chimes, look skyward-ly,
For a celestial trance is there to be seen,
It's a winter's snow, a starlit glow,
And it's shaped by the art of one unknown.
And that cosmic stream, that shimmering light
It ignites with glory the raven's night,
It hails from the vast with birth-right signs
And it giveth the child their Earthly rhyme.
And far beyond in that distant realm,
'Is anyone there? Doth anyone dwell?'
For as stars fall our questions call,
'How did we get here, who knows at all?'
When midnight chimes look up and see
That Galactic Keep of night-time's sleep,
And follow the dreams that Einstein dared,
That of e equalling mc Squared!