What Lurks Behind the Stars

2001

One of the earliest works to assume a completed form, Later expanded into a sonnet for an English class. I’m not sure what to think of it now. To me, It feels very different from my current stuff.

What darkness lurks behind the stars, that man
Should gaze so raptly to eternal space,
Like some forgotten sentry made to stand
In wait of some infernal foe to face?

And if it is not darkness, what then? friend?
Though few find friends by gazing in the night;
A thousand lamps their radiant rays out send;
Perhaps they seek for our celestial light?

Humanity then seeks itself above,
For friends and foes we have in fair supply,
But purposeless I will not call such love
For brilliant fires far off upon the sky.

My musings her mean nothing to the night –
But I must leave… the stars are quite a sight.