The Eye of the Cosmos
It misses nothing it see’s each thing on earth we do
The Eye of the Cosmos
A star within an iris bright,
A swirl of blue, a touch of light.
Golden edges softly glow,
A silent sky, a quiet show.
The universe, both near and far,
An endless eye, a distant star.
Watching all with steady grace,
A gentle gaze through time and space.
Clouds of wonder drift and spin,
Worlds are born and fade within.
A thousand secrets, still untold,
In skies of blue and rings of gold.
Dreams dissolve like midnight rain,
Yet stars ignite and rise again.
The eye remains, forever wide,
A silent guard, a cosmic guide.
So when you stare into the night,
And catch a spark of distant light,
Remember there’s a quiet eye,
That watches softly from the sky.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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What a beautiful view of space.