I live in an era of stars
Long after their birth
Long before
The last dim red dwarf disappears
My home is a river of light
Bright pin-pricks
And pinwheels
Familiar figures of my night.
Even as I sleep I weave
Color-stained dreams
From threads of daylight.
But I am easily fooled.
The truth is I live in an era of darkness.
The truth is one moment
Of starlight in an infinite
And expanding black pool
And the blessing is this I forget
I Could Be Wrong 