We Progeny of the Stars

We Progeny of the Stars
By David Cortez

We'd travel long in darkness for a pilgrimage of the stars.
from polluting light of cities, streets, and night's of busy cars.
A glowing haze that fills the eve with waves of clouded sky,
This turbid din of nescient earth blocks the heavens from our eyes.

For beyond this matte of gloom lit dust, a world we'll never see,
if all our heads are cocked and turned away from humility.
Have not we eyes the same to see a heart shared on this plane,
we bards of wonder, love and awe, we travelers germane.

We end in night so wholly bright, by the strokes of stars and moon,
of canvas painted starry sky will, all our minds, consume.
And know in this with solvent bliss, we tremble in our repose,
that from those distant twinkle stars, we progeny have grown.