Seek comfort, now, in the
depths of the winter night's sky,
when the clouds and the Moon
don't chaperone the cold beauty
of the distant and remembered stars;
you stand here, in their cool presence,
like you stood those decades ago, on
this same spot, with a long dead
dog, more interested in the scents
on the snow than in the sparks
set in the firmament. Seek
comfort, for soon you, too, are
gone; gone like the beloved dog
and the aged man who sat in light
behind those now dark windows.
Soon there will be just the stars
and the landscape, whispering.
Yet even the stars die, and
planets burn to a cinder, in
their own torment of mortality.
For you are all transient.
15.12.2022
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