The deep blue sky is scattered with
white wisps of ephemeral clouds,
that which comes and goes most obvious
to these alert and careful eyes.
Obscured from view, the heavens
with stars ablaze and hidden from my gaze
they to must come and go in days
not measured by a mortal day or night
which only sees the ephemeral clock
of creation’s passing fancy.
The stars measured out like gods
with their allotted time to stand and shine
and surpassing these flimsy time spanned spangles
what is it that; everlasting,
watches as time itself
crumbles and succumbs to its self ordained stop
as space itself turns up on end
and sinks back into the waves of existence.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-time-2/
