(From last year.  Not my favorite, but it was enjoyable to write.)

 

Set apart from millions 

a world crafted of eons 

stretching into eternity,

a single spark among infinity.

Glittering in the deep 

this waking world never sleeps. 

Ever-dreaming, ever-living,

around a sun ever-burning.

A planet filled with smoke and scars,

listen, listen to the silence of the stars. 

 

Tortured skin and battered bone, 

blood and war stain the stone,

as carrion-birds wipe their beaks

on frozen, rusted locks. 

She carries her scars in restless hands, 

holding tight her precious lands,

Her surface glitters like candles in the night, 

her edges pale with ancient, golden light.

Suspended in the perilous darkness, 

waiting, waiting for the lift of madness,

for light to spread upon her distant shores

and peace follow in place of endless wars.

Drowning in a sea of silver stars, 

listen, listen to the silence of the stars.  

 

Do not forget the sky, 

do not forget to say goodbye 

when endless night falls at last, 

when the ages die and moments pass, 

do not forget the silver of the moon 

the craters miles-wide and grey lagoons, 

deep rivers wild and ocean waters.

Listen, listen to the silence of the stars.  

 

Turn your eyes to the horizon line, 

past where the golden sun shines. 

The world isn’t just here, 

it is out there, 

millions of miles ahead, 

where many before have led.

We aren’t the only place to go

So turn your face to the starry-glow,

and listen, listen to the silence of the stars.