Diamonds Embroidered on Blue Black Brocade
Would beings where eternity has run,
Who look and tell Earth’s lights, seeing them
In glows of clusters, think that they were sun
Configurations or perhaps the hem
Of galaxy or constellation light?
If such observers were the sort who knew
Of stellar matters only, of the height
That beauty reaches everywhere, this view
Would summon to these seers’ minds far clouds
Like those we see along the Milky Way’s
Own arms and realms where menaced power crowds.
These eyes would see a universal blaze
Evinced in night-time cities and our towns,
That look like hot gems sown on space-time gowns.