The Cosmos

The city gets bright.
Will ivory moon plummet
into frothing sea?
Death is but a path,
stars collapse
universes shrink daily,
the Earth is in the center, 
then there are these crystal spheres
the sun
the moon
the planets and finally 
the celestial sphere,
where the stars are
and everything has a place.
Sometimes the darkest nights 
give rise to the brightest mornings.
The cosmos is also within us,
it will be music to our ears 
because it will be 
the quiet echo 
of that moment 
of our creation, 
of our observable universe.

© 2015 Bruna Digregorio

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