Celestial

Then again.. you marvel at the cosmos.. and wonder at the harmony of the stars.. on what certain reason do they exist? On what purpose unbeknownst to all of us do they gleam perpetually.. then you make a silent wish.. you desire be one of them.. to witness which one would glow the brightest over time.. to see them as they dim and die.. and to behold and experience the new ones come to life, be born out of dust.. this way, the years will be irrelevant to your existence.. How amazing it would be to witness the whole of eternity.. How convenient would it be to just sit and observe the galaxies unfold and alter themselves before you… and in the end you will realize.. that this brilliance is just a speck of reality.. That something more astonishing dwells at the back door of the universe; another reality, perhaps.. But then.. you are thankful.. that there are things way bigger than you are.. which live longer than you can.. serve as ornaments in the sky to satisfy your very eyes..