Edge of Eternity
#4 of National Poetry Writing Month
Poem I wrote about outer space for National Poetry Month.
What lies at the farthest reaches
of the universe?
What exists out beyond the edge
of space when there are no
stars to light the sky or planets
to fill the void?
What lies at the edge of eternity
with no light, no warmth, no life?
What lies beyond the yawning abyss
we know simply as space?
Where does the universe end if
it can be said to end at all?
Is there place where even the
emptiness of space ceases to exist?
And all there is to be found is nothing?
Is there anything out beyond the void?
Or is it just sitting there waiting
for the emptiness to be filled with
stars and galaxies to numerous for
our fragile human minds to number?
Does it just go on forever or
is there something else out there
beyond the edge of eternity?
We spend our lives searching for life
out there beyond the stars. Somewhere.
Anywhere. In any way possible.
Is it because we are naturally
such curious beings?
Or is the thought that we are truly
alone in a vast and empty universe
just too frightening a thought to bear?