O Trembling Stars!

O trembling stars fear
the pitch-black infinity
that surrounds them!
Behind Beauty, I can detect
the scars of deep pain.
Another night has
faded without too much strife.
Hazy fears have passed.
As I gaze longingly at
the rose-pink glow of
this flowered dawn, I begin
to look around for
signs and traces of silk-like
silence. O this crude,
roaring world speeds by so
rapidly. Within
finer realms of poetry
and art, I often
find hints of sanctuary;
and a modicum
of quietude. Yet I fear that
once firm foundations,
that have endured for many
slow centuries, are
now starting to crumble.
The gnarled roots of Time
seem as though, they are being
ripped out, from under
our feet. All I can do
is carefully nurture my
small plot of land, day
by day, segment by segment.
Let's hope the weather
remains agreeable. Perhaps,
fortuitous winds
Will finally blow my way.