dim as moonbeams

agape and awestruck at constellations
yet stars too have their gaze
and that peculiar sort of wisdom
i’m told can only come with age

don’t you find they think us petty
if ever they look down from above
at wars we wage with lovely weapons
at mockery we make of love

at worth ascribed to wayward scribbles
as if they were words with weight
at the procurement of excuses
how habitually we hesitate

at our want for evolution
drunk on what next step might hold in store
at our lust for restitution
wanting what we think we had before

amazed at how we hasten towards the future
for stars have learned - i have no doubt
from their shimmer to our shining eyes
every single light snuffs out -