Christopher Hopkins writes

Renaming stars

A sea of ancient deity.

The forever evolving things.
Our sea of burning dust.

       We named them as gods
       and from their place we found our path.

While the whitening eye of the moon
feels its way,
touches of the dead light falls on all the living.
How some buds flower by the moon.
Others wait for the wash of morning
to bring their colours out,
when Nyx has been forgotten,
and the stars have been renamed as other things.
       The forever evolving things.

These flashes of days,
this very moment,
hurtle, out into space,
light years away.

One day,
               maybe we could catch them up,
running faster than light can take,
and walk amongst the days again.
To look at ourselves,
             by the light of stars and moon.
             Wonder how we found our way,
             by the forever evolving things.

How we didn't even know their names.

Light Blue Starscape -- Kenneth Ober