Flashbacks of moments without complexity or the tease of knowledge, just simple admiration
Why do they look so tiny, so close together,
When we know they are massive and powerful?
What causes some to seem bright and twinkling,
Yet others flash hue of softer color and texture?
How can something appear to be one thing,
When in fact it is something else all together?
Resisting the temptation to blurt out all my passion and blindside him,
With idea's, conceptualism....could he possibly know what he is asking the Universe?
I carefully refrain and focus on the basics of what I know for sure,
That we are all connected, we are all made of the same stuff.
It came from up there, the star dust,
We are down here, the same star dust.
Whatever exists in between up there and down here,
Might just be there to beckon us to think, to question, to explore.
My child asks of stars, of bigger things than himself,
I can only attempt to contain my excitement for him.
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