Introspection

I watch the heavens meander as I dream.
They reach me through some patient scoping sight.
Are they as we are now?
Or were they, as we are now, still advanced past?

Surreal imbalance is their natural force
Unlike our mundane creation's play.
With my vigil, their future passes through the night
To blaze with graceful splendour to the Earth.

In that pure instant's gentle touch
A thousand thoughts cascade across my mind.
For one, brief moment I'm no longer perplexed
And I exist in total clarity.

There are, I know, places too far for sight.
Away from mortal comprehension's dawn.
They live lives parallel to this
But never evoke a single notion in a human soul.

The vast, vast breach from there to this
Ensures a knowledge unable to be shared.
I wonder, as I gaze, am I too contemplated
By others in some future's distant field?