Needless Things: Star Gazing

I stand where the earth forgets its name, On a ragged peak where the cold winds claim, The last of the echoes that mankind made— All dreams below now flicker and fade.

Above me, the heavens unravel in fire, Galaxies bloom like funeral pyres, Stars bleed slow in their crystalline glow, Ancient light from a billion years ago.

The world behind me is silent stone, A cradle of dust where hope has flown, Yet here in the hush where the night grows deep, The universe whispers its secrets to keep.

Constellations drift like ghostborn art, Charting lost maps on my weathered heart, And though all life may sink into night, These stars still burn with immortal light.

If this is the end, let it come slow, With nebulae weeping their spectral glow, For I am a witness, alone but aware— At the end of the world, eye's burning from the glare... NNN