She sees the stars in the sky

And is awed;

She begins to ponder their Distant, brilliant lives,

To think of their ancient light,

Preserved eternal

By the simple, elegant fact

That light, like life, is finite,

It speed fixed and unchanging,

And that someplace, somewhere,

Out in the Lonely vast depths

Of the infinite universe,

The light of a long-dead star

Will be just breaching the foreign skies

Of a world half an eternity away,

Distant in space and time,

United by a dim, flickering point of light

Distorted by an alien sky

And pondered upon

By some strange, lonely mind,

Thinking of the perilous void between galaxies

This light had to boldly cross

To arrive,

Ghost-like,

In her skies.