Lapis Lazuli
A poem on the depth of the night sky.

From the moment it has exploded into a million stars,
songs and books were dedicated to lapis lazuli,
the truth found within the deep blue from a Chilean desert,
it’s been our compass and guidance for peace and war–
But does a red giant really bear wisdom when life’s so short?
A supernova, it might set eternal damnation or not,
but a star’s destiny will always affect human nature,
even if times seems glorious in the Fairy of Eagle Nebula.
All those tales of disgrace and love screamed to the Milky Way
and still space remains a place of terrifying quietude.
Sphinx of the galaxy, the threatening hole in the center,
it eats on not only the light but also human tales–
Lapis lazuli, decorated with a billion scillas
whose wedgwood resembles more a prehistoric cave,
telling stories of big and small, old and young;
their existence emerged further, a Voyager
with the mission to make a stranger world home.
Invisible and out, far away from the shore,
in the midst of the blue velvet –lapis lazuli’s surface–
of which little men are familiar, but anonymous beyond the system.
About the Creator
Yasmin Scherrer
Writer, poet, student. More of my writing: Yasmin Scherrer on Medium and poetrywecarry on Medium


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