I look up in to a clear, dark sky,
glittering with billion-year-old light.
Am I asking the same questions,
these stars heard from others in the night?

Why? Is a common query while gazing,
into a comprehension that is so vast.
Searching for signs of something, anything,
maybe from somewhere in your past.

Contemplation engulfs the mind deeply,
closeness of the darkness leads thoughts on.
The moon passing in great silent speed,
to the slow-motion fade of dusk to dawn.

Soon it will be gone, but not forever,
the dark will come again in a day.
Twilight, with certainty, will fade to black,
and the eons again will light the way.

Gary D. Buxton
Copyright � January 2, 2003