THEY – Tell me

on a starry night
my glare stares silently into the stars
seemingly seeking solace
in their superiority
how they smoothly sail through
the cosmic abyss
they might as well be me
so I am – them, they tell me
with my consciousness
dreaming of sunlight
not forseeing the inevitable
the inescapable death
they tell me to keep shining
continue radiating that light
till end of the time
through rain through pain

Existence

Snowdrop blooms in the late winter snow, a baby bird breaks through its shell, trees reach for the sky, the river flows to meet the sea, the star blinks in the vast night, all in a sense to proclaim – “I exist!”