Magic in the Sky
All creatures great and small
Changed our hearts.
Their furs or paws
Imprinted our flesh like tattoos,
Almost impossible to remove.
The remembrance of them all
Accounts our joy with the smiles.
We only go back to them again,
Just to rejoice their beauty,
Their divine existence on our planet.
Then we muse upon magic up in the sky,
Riddled with stars, young and old.
They enabled our minds to question the possibilities.
Like grains of sand,
They dance up there, the elusive magicians,
Entertaining us with their tricks.
We will ourselves to play the games
And find out how their magic works.
We refuse to surrender our efforts
To discover the creatures great and small
That must roam somewhere far in the distant corners of the sky.
An unfathomable sheer size of the cosmos
Bombards our minds like crowbars cracking our skulls,
Forcing us to open our minds more than we could ever imagine:
Pushing us beyond the television screens,
Baffling us with conflicts of religions,
Creating sophisticated dialogues,
And on and on and on.
The fact is that there is a multiplicity of stars,
We cannot discredit them at all.
Why must we create doubts upon the miracle of life up there?
It’s unfathomable for me to hear someone say,
There is no life up there!
It just doesn’t make any sense to allow an awful waste of space
To exist all around us.