Awaiting Andromeda Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Everlasting darkness unforgiving
Denies that there are stars that we see through:
We only see the faces of the living
And those of whom the briefest loss is true.

The stars we see are not yet deathly red
For almost all are close and shine plain sight,
In forms and clusters that the ancients read
So what we see is touched by sparks of light.

The Way will turn its vast eternal wheel
As eons pass and star lights fail and dim
And we in stardust through our substance feel
Andromeda drawn broken to the rim.

Will we like her be rescued from the void
When the obliviating dragon is destroyed?