Nocturne
Little, pathetic, countless moans
seeming sunk ocean deep,
no way to trace them or proof
they ever existed but
profound and accumulating
certainty this must be
the regal tale the Earth spins.
Tiny, sorrowful, hopeless cries
they could not be lost, dissolved in some ocean,
nor even turned away from
by minds such as ours.
They are caught in the net of stars
far away from us, ultimately safe.
Faint, quiet and distant they are
there to be heard, to be seen.
It is all they ever were.
The great and the small in perspective,
the neglected and the embraced.