Stars spin the heaven bright
Yet, the light is not mine
Gold, Silver and Red
They twinkle
They say the light
Is Prehistoric
All we see are the
Imagines of what was
Then why do I see
The change?
The North Star has
Shed it’s home
As has Orion
The triune
Has lost it heavenly
Seat
If the light is what
Was…
Then
Why do we see
The Changes
Now?

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe