Stardust the turn of the hour

Standing on the cusp of the universe, the wanderer looks forward and back- from the honeyed memories of what has past to the trembling anticipation of the uncertain future.

Stardust falls, tears of the sky.
Weeping for those who have passed,
Lives which will never pass.

Moonbeams smile, looking from on high.
Hoping for those who have dreams,
Lives young and still full of questions.

Rainclouds mull, hesitant and weary.
Holding their cargo, in trust for those below.
Lives parched blessing rain, lives drowned cursing flood.

Sea birds soar, their compass in their blood.
Worried for their next meal, dreaming bird dreams.
Lives destroyed by man's child, Progress.

Zenith and Nadir, light and dark.
Humanity will pass in a heartbeat of the Universe.
Is industry not the fear of death disguised,
Just as progress be a cloak for vanity?

Perhaps. And therein lies the best answer of our ten millenia.