The Galaxy

By: Natania Birnbaum | Features | December 16, 2018

My eyes were met with quite a sight
When I one night entered my room
A galaxy upon the floor

It was a round rotating plume
That glowed with an unearthly light
So bright my eyes are yet quite sore

So after my initial fright
I stepped inside and closed the door
And watched the galaxy illume

And then, once that began to bore,
I crawled up to that disk of white
That opened to me like a bloom

My fingers brushed its blinding core
And if it thought me to consume
I would comply without a fight

It failed to grant me blessed doom
It faded and then was no more
All that was left was deepest night

COURTESY OF THE YU POETRY CLUB

Photo Credit: NASA