Cosmic

A billion lights, twinkling among themselves.
Centuries wait, drowning themselves into a flash of bright light.
Is this the day one of them will embark on an adventure?
A journey made by their fathers and forefathers before.
A journey to the distant blue dot.
Look a shooting star, she pointed it out.
I stare at it thinking for hours;
With my head pressed hard to the earth.
The sky is so tragically beautiful;
A graveyard of stars.