Pulled from my slumber
Well before this place
Appeared on the Sun's
Daily itinerary
By a restless muse
Urgently needing
To pour forth
Meaning into words
I am but a humble tool
Scribe to the eternal
Fated to serve its whim
It must speak
To those who
Inhabit this plane
Lest we lose our way
Slump back into
Unthinking ignorance
Succumb
To blind instinct
And forget
How to raise our eyes
To the stars