Stars

Distant…
And unrestrained;
Inhabiting,
What seems too close to be,
And yet,
Painting a picture.
What these night-flames lights,
Indescribable at sight,
And invisible by day,
Mean us to be…
None can say.
 
What comes with these…'things',
Philosophers,
Astronomers,
All try to describe,
But failing in description to,
Summarize.
What we learn from 'these',
We make our own,
For none can teach 'the masters',
Of the mind.
These things we strive to learn,
Fall on such 'deaf' ears,
Making difficult all we know.
 
But just these things,
These beautiful things,
Remain and entertain us,
For on its road its sure to inspire,
All who can come after us.
"It's our thoughts that count."
Our mothers say,
And it's she who did inspire us,
To inspire us.
 
But back to thus,
This beautiful would,
In infinitesimal thoughts it's in,
Its glowing heavens,
Its lights resplendent,
To those who live upon it.
But nature has,
What nature wills,
And our dreams mean nothing to it.
  
I continue this:
I stress upon it,
To not question,
What's not there,
Do not build a false conception,
A creature,
Built of lies,
Just sit back,
And relax,
Just be a thing to be,
And admire the scenery.

ISA