The Blackest Dark

The Blackest Dark

A sojourner, a wanderer; wondering

do I want to be a traveler in a

volatile universe that wasn't

made for human life

Do I really want to leave the familiar?

The blue dot and my kin and kind to

sail alone and out, to and through

to the Milky Way

Out to the sacred space - deep space

where the blackest dark abounds?

Out to the far gate of heaven

surrounded by celestial

seas and ethereal

stars

Do I want to journey through space where
there is no ground:
Do I want to be a solitary wayfarer

exploring worlds beyond worlds

sailing the celestial sea which

Man calls the universe

Is this the final Nirvana; bliss,

Delight and peace - space

where darkness abounds -

where there is no sound

 air No voices to hear

Alone in the blackest dark without

Memory: Is this the destiny?
The path beyond the Earth to be
a mote of dust in the sacred

dark amid the eternal

Stars?

The Blackest Dark - ©

Rachel Wolff –

September, 2011