The Old Days Are Over

Clear night.
The stars shine bright,
stabbing my soul
with their purity.

I see my breath,
mists in front of my face.

All the lights are so far
away.

I can see the street -
barely.
My footsteps in the
glistening snow,
bound to vanish
soon.

Dark night.
Just me and the
beauty of the universe.

What do you feel
looking up at the vast expanse
of stars?

***

Evening like any other,
but here they come,
against all
probability.

A sudden flash
on the winter sky
to throw us back
centuries.

Blazing in the darkness,
against the satin sky,
extraterrestrial,
exotic.

And we stand in wonder
of this strange new world.

Would we have dreamed
of all the new worlds
out there?

Travel at the speed of light,
your life almost flashing
by your eyes
as you become young again.

***

None of our wildest dreams
could have prepared us.

Do we mourn the simple life?

When we were still special,
unique,
alone?

Oh, mourn all you like,
mankind.

The old days
are over.