I can see them now; I can feel their pull;
I can understand their language; I can hear the voice of the eventual.
Across a vast auditorium of light- masquerading as a sea of stars-
I hear a lone voice, just as enticing as finding life on Mars.
A voice that can only be heard by listening with your internal ear
to the frequency of the enlightened- that which lies in wait for us all to revere.
Epics have been written and ingrained with this voice of distant origin;
poem’s, and stories- all inflamed with the name and the face of our celestial twin.
Those distant stars; those first emanations of light, life, hope, and divinity-
though their influence will live forever, they will forever live with anonymity.
The voice of those distant stars- that guide, provide, and remind us of our way-
travels the cosmological coliseum instantly, and finds its listener without delay.
It’s message is a revelation, it’s permeating meaning needs no translation-
the voice of all voices, the true interpretation of every constellation,
gives inspiration, hope, and truth- equal to the magnitude of new life, and rebirth-
to anyone willing to listen in every galaxy, dimension, and planet- like that of Earth.
To me, this voice has been whispering its verse long before I was born.
This voice has been there to greet all life since creations first spawn.
To me, this voice is the voice of a laureate, a maestro, a poet of every sphere;
however, what this same voice would sound like to you, I cannot volunteer.
To me, this voice is the voice of every male, female, child, and offspring;
the resonance of every instrument, the vibration of every string.
The next time you are looking up at the night-sky, searching the heavens for an answer-
close your eyes; listen to the voice of those distant stars, and bring forth what they infer.