Night Skies

Fiona Mackintosh

Apr 26, 2014

Night Skies

There is a borrowed inch of choice on which we pivot,

in our orbit of uncertainties, hopes and fears.

And still the universe dreams.

Burns herself up

in glorious bursts of supernova brilliance,

while giving birth to dead stars.

And still we yearn, heartbeat to heartbeat,

for a swift passage to that ancient light,

while falling,

forever and always,

into the night skies.