Staring Down at Me

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Staring Down at Me

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


When I was a child,

I lay in bed,

peering into the blackness of night,

and through that frosted pane,

the stars in billions stared back at me,

and I, unable to fathom infinity,

my questions stilled by fear,

then hid under the sheets,

trying not to think,

of that which was unanswerable.


Now in adulthood,

I no longer hide,

but those questions remain,

and that dark, jewel encrusted sky,

stares back,

unperturbed,

longing for understanding,

its lights,

travelling so far,

just to acknowledge its past existence.


My child eyes tugged at my soul,

from the beginning,

reaching out to understand

these enigmas,

these teasing questions,

and then, as it is now,

I could not stop the thoughts,

the quest for reason,

to settle my agile mind,

my curiosity.


Then, fear quelled my need,

and made me erase the thoughts,

to find security in ignorance,

and now,

as age begins its crippling passage,

fear has become frustration,

yet I see beauty in the unknown,

perfection in the incomprehensible,

and I rest easy,

accepting that I am a part.


The night sky reveals all we need to know: that life is endless and we are a part.

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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Indeed Wayne, we are all made of exactly the same stuff, and knowing how we are pieced together to create this complex existence is a gnawing question, unlikely to be answered in our lifetime, or perhaps ever. Intellect and the ability of reason is a double-edged sword. Take care my friend.


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

We are all made up of the same stuff, yes?

One of the most difficult parts of understanding I am mortal is knowing that I will never know the answers to all the questions of this mysterious existence.


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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

And the flavors are vast and endless, Martin. Glad you enjoyed it.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Well done. thank you. With my mind slowly dying I venture into a new taste of reality.


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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks so much FR; funny we all do the same things as kids. Amazing how all changes as we grow older and find ourselves. Glad you connected. Take care.


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Amazing poetry! I did the same thing as a child, and cover my whole head up (don't know how I breathed) except for a small little hole for my eye to peep out. I was so terrified of the dark. Now, I just sleep sweet peace once I turn it all over to Him! Very beautiful as to the vastness of the skies and life ...endless

Love the imagery too.

Up and more and sharing

God bless, Faith Reaper

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