Guiding star

Sparkling silver on a boundless black screen,
as I watch it unfold—this eternal beauty.

Pondering beneath this display of unearthly splendor,
my mind fills with existential questions.

Did time ever start?
Does it exist only within the boundaries of our universe,
a foetus in a woman’s womb?

The weight of these thoughts—
a short circuit in my brain,
an overload of raw power.

Insignificant, tiny words—
not only relevant,
but strangely comforting.

I am not Atlas,
this burden is not mine to carry.

We are not the rudder—
we are plywood,
adrift,
guided by unpredictable currents.

Lost in the moment that leaves my spirit frail,
your tethering smile—
a star that guides the way,
becomes my anchor,
keeps me stable.