Where Stars Don’t Twinkle

Where do the stars still twinkle?

Please tell me somebody

These are all silent and dead planets

Revolving around their luminous pivots

These planets and their satellites

Are as ancient as Brahma’s lore

Cosmic orbs of sands or gases

All barren, sometimes noxious

Freezing blue to flaming red

With scarce or no atmospheres

Their night skies full of glaring points

Their surfaces devoid of hope itself

Splotched with contrasting light and shadows

Where time is in suspension

With neither past nor future

Hanging eternally in the present

In absence of any conscious reference

Suddenly a spaceship of explorers

Arrives from a distant galaxy

Creating history here and now

Setting time into motion

Precipitating matter from ready energy

Bringing forth the germs of life

That generate an atmosphere

To protect future life forms

And lo! A world is born.