A Flutter Of Friends

Lunar Light

"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does." - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

A Flutter Of Friends

Like moths to a flame
the ones willing to hold you
gather near this place
as if fluttering
wings would block the steel blue shades
and keep you in light.

This is what we have,
the flutter of friends within
the fall of this night,
and under it all
the hum of love sustains us
and our ragged flight.

March 2, 2010 8:40 AM