By Abbey Howard
Oh, the stark, chilling beauty of the nights!
Rapt with wonder, gazing up at space,
This darkened expanse suddenly ignites
The notion that I’ll leave too small a trace.
Above, the winking of a thousand stars
Dazzles me, dizzies me, overwhelms me.
With these thoughts I fill depthless reservoirs
And still, dread is all I can foresee –
Dread of the vastness, dread of the unknown
The stars a bright light in the boundless dark
Unable to cut through fear overgrown.
Though from this ship I try to disembark,
I can’t help but be struck by the thought:
As the sun rises, this was all for naught.