Space
Space,
Just Space,
Silent like the grave,
Colder than ice or hotter than steam,
Which way to look?
There…where the light burns the eyes of all who look upon it?
Or there…where it is so black it is as if you don't have eyes?
A rock, painted green and blue,
Twists and twirls in the…the…the what?
What is this place?
It's cold and hot at the same time,
Its light, like no other light gives warmth but not comfort.
It is just rock.
All there is, is rock,
Big and small,
Yet it is perfect.
Nothing is out of place.
Is this the handiwork of a being?
Or did it just happen?
Surely something so wonderfully perfect cannot just have happened.
It would take years, millions of them!
Have there been millions?
Look here to the light.
It will blind but it will be there to lead.
Look here to the darkness.
You will see but be lost.
In the darkness, rests Death.
In the light, rests Life.
Tough decision but one we all must take.
Look to the light. Look to the darkness.
What do you see?