Midnight Sky

Midnight Sky, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I lay looking out at the midnight sky,
Overwhelmed by what is before my eyes.
No object able to identify,
Such vastness, amazement it multiplies.

Distant objects were once personified,
Relishing them as gods and goddesses.
As some brought smiles while others terrified,
Wanted most from many were their blesses.

Times changed but not the beauty of the view.
Knowledge takes us now where not gone before,
With each passing day finding something new,
Yet great hunger desires for even more.

Me, just happy to enjoy the heavens,
Still searching for all those nasty dragons.

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