This constant flux in an ever-turning sphere,
moves beneath the watchful stars
that witness the quiet fear
and the great unknown.

Evolving we breathe shallow and rapidly,
as the old gives way to new,
as the seasons churn,
and no beacon lights the way.

Humanity, the mariner bold, navigating oceans vast,
surviving, always striving, learning from the past
but now not so sure, uncertain,
under the gaze of the shifting stars.

We dance with the tempest we cannot see,
and ride the tides of transformation,
as they rise and fall,
but in whom do we trust?

We used to believe in constants,
and the resilience of humankind
as givens under the luminosity of the sun,
but that now burns with uncertainty in the race to where?

Where are you, dreamers?

To what do you dare under the stars,
in a world in which we are the avatars?

Where is the truth under the beacon light?

 

31/5/2023