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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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Colossal space, of fleeting time,

we like to think is home

for others who we’ll find,

a seminal discovery

for all of humankind.

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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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