we sink into silence
in dark pockets
with feeble dots
that light our dreams
turning sulkily
away from sultry sun
gazing upwards
into vast lightyears
of absent light
save for these tiny dots
some long dead
before this Earth began
but there shouting
its crystal place
renowned by culture
in every community
every soul
in every time
where eyes could gaze
and each mouth gasp
its fascination
there our neighbour
hot and poisoned
casts back its glance
collected beams
cast back at us
in the dark
of our own feeble dot
Al Barz 