Filament

Wheeling galaxies

suspended in fine motion

pinned to a backlight

of faint mystery

far away glitter for fools

or God's handiwork

too many questions

like stars that show then vanish 

beneath horizons

envisioned in dreams

filaments of space repeat

as neural pathways

tributaries of

experience measured by

light years of distance

no one can transverse

not yet at least the vast dark

expanse of universe

that bars our knowledge

of each other too far off

doomed as strangers

beyond mapping out

fantasies of zodiacs

heros and villains

across the heavens

battles of good and evil

rage on as we sleep

all forgotten when

we rise as a final star

blends into daylight

the cosmos hidden

behind a busy day's light 

of chores and commerce

but everpresent

in every passing moment

the galaxy calls

out with gravity's

insistent pull over all

bending the doubtful

persuading the stars

to form their clusters as

cerebral branches

of networks with lights

in chains of overlapping

influence as if we

cannot ever see

from the tallest limbs above

the mind's canopy

wheeling galaxies

suspended in fine motion

imagine a path

of cyclical clues

tracked down by brave souls

determined to know

the Creator's eye

hidden from all in plain view

thru seas of lost sky.