Maybe We Are Alone

The sapphire sky above seems endless,
And sometimes we forget
The vast that lies beyond.
The atmosphere, a fragile film,
The skin upon our pond.

Lying still with open eyes,
In dark and windless nights
We listen to the silence.
Our earth is flinging through a void
Of blackness, cold and violence.

Out there, we feel, we sense, some place,
Gentle, warm, like here,
Too far to contemplate.
A people there may also feel
Alone to face their fate.

Are they just one more shining point
Of glittering millions sprinkled
Through the universe?
A fabric of emerging life,
The cosmos as it’s nurse?

We free our minds, and theorise,
We do some maths and, yes,
There must be many more?
It could be true, and yet we know,
We cannot be so sure.

Colossal space, of fleeting time,
We like to think is home
For others who we’ll find,
A seminal discovery
For all of humankind.

But in our shifting dreams, we change,
We wonder whether we
Could be here on our own.
In fathomless space, we could really be
One light, of life, alone.

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