Eagle Nebula

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Spying skyward
A field of black velvet laid out before me
Punctuated by pinpoint twinkles of light
Wondering out loud
Are we really alone?

Only the arrogant answer yea
What mysteries lay beyond Orion’s Belt
Naked eyes can only speculate
Mesmerized by sights born of imagination
Pondering human existence.

Man has always conjectured
Primative cave drawings, ancient scrolls imply
Pointing towards the heavens
In search of answers
Was this the origin of religion?

We can only suspect
Ignorance feeds mythology
God,  a being unlike us
A being  born of another world
Could he not be that depicted in antiquity?

We may never know
Labeling those that claim interaction fools
Discerning their reality as insane
Yet maybe it is we that are the fools
Self-righteously condemning that which escapes our understanding.

As I lay prone
Looking to the skies for resolution
With more questions than answers
Wondering aloud
Are we really alone?