• On the edge of waking
    From quantum dreams,
    Where evolution of galaxies
    May not be what it seems,
    Can science only stop
    For a moment’s silence
    Without an explanation,
    Just to consider the beauty
    In violence of stellar birth
    And the endless grace
    Of galactic entropy?
    /
    Where now should we be?
    To touch the fabric of space,
    Booted and suited,
    With an ample handful
    Of the dust of dead stars,
    Wondering: how many years
    Before that which I now hold
    Within my hands, becomes life?
    Telescopic beauty can amaze,
    But armchair astronomy will stagnate,
    Like a barren planet without life.
    /
    Per aspera ad aspra:
    Through difficulties to the stars;
    Though we have no wings,
    We must fly to where we belong,
    As we are the children of god,
    Forged in the depths of solar fires
    With the voice of the universe
    Beating a rhythm in our hearts,
    The glory of nebula, like a symphony
    That still sings to us in our imagination,
    Pulling like gravity, calling us home...