Splendour Poem by Robin Skyrde

Splendour



From the time we are conceived, to the time we are deceived, she will always be there.

She holds her tongue,
Not because we are to be shunned,
But so that we may question our questions.

And the questions we ask, are truly the answers we seek,
But to seek the answers, we must seek the questions, you see.

We trot along, day young, and day long,
Waiting for our silent Mother, to answer us all.

But alas, She holds her tongue,
Not because we are to be shunned,
But so that we may question our questions.

The truth is, even our mother does not know,
For she is beyond yes or no, it is so.

She nurtures all, and gives us our homes,
From the smallest of bacteria,
To the most advanced biomes.

She conjures sights, so wondrous to see,
She fills the voids with darkness,
So that we may be,
So that we may be cast, as a star in the void,
Living in wonder, of the star stricken canvas.
Darkness, yes, so much darkness, as far as it is to see.
Many call it disturbing, but disturbing I do not see.
I only see our Mother, all but captivated in her grace,
as light dances around her, illuminating the space.

We are in the Universe,
And the Universe is in us,
And ever past the nevermores,
That this existence brings to us,
Our Mother is there, watching, and speaking to us.

We are star children,
For from every Supernova, sprouts up a sea, a sea of infinite possibility.
And every one of the 92 elements you can see,
Will become one, with you, me, and the Galaxy.
Solar Systems rise above billions of years, and fall in only seconds,
And everything that was created, will be created in us, recycled in this
Universal cycle of reincarnation.

And our Mother, saccharine in her colours, and so fair in her rule.
Only we can make this beautiful existence, oh so cruel.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: universe
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