Down the heavens, thru the clouds,
across the winds that churn the night,
the velvet darkness pins the sky
with stars of a silvern light.
At a gallop in the dark, the light rays come,
first the fast then behind come the slow.
They both reach the eyes at slight different times
and a Twinkle is their impacts aglow.
In that blink, some men see their last Hope.
In that flash, some men hear their Faith
and a dim corner shows my old Courage lost
now lit by this messenger of Space.
And it seems that the Infinite is speaking
to me, Man the infinitely small,
that we are both the ends of a cosmic circle
not touching but embracing us all
and the unmeasured distance between us
is the breath of a heartbeat’s sigh
winged with a Voice from the velvet darkness
locked in the twinkling of an eye.
And in the silent and echoless vast uncertain
dim of some darkened night
when one star blinks and jumps great distance
straddled to a cosmic light
that hurtles the blackness of a million midnights
whose span is a chasmed sea,
If you listen for the light, in the twinkling of an eye,
it will speak to the dark in thee.