The Camera does not Lie

Image credit Nasa. The young star Fomalhaut and planet. For a full explanation please go to
Astronomy Picture of the Day

Who is now looking at whom?
Through this camera’s eye I see,
The past looking straight at me,
The future forever seeking room,
Both brought on waves of light,
Silently captured for today,
Singing songs of yesterday
So tomorrow’s dawn breaks from night.

Change is time’s sharpened arrowhead,
The shaft holds history’s might,
Hope, lighter than feathers, aids flight
Beyond the tried and failed, instead
Guides thought toward the unknown,
To break the barriers of pride,
Open doors of ignorance wide,
To what creation has always shown.

A young star is masked so we might hear,
An ancient story slowly unfold,
Around a sleeping giant it is told,
With music of the night ever near,
Let this vision open my eyes,
As in the mirror I may learn,
The fires of truth with knowledge burn,
And wisdom within their warmth lies.

Ring-a-Ring O'Roses

Image credit A. Ginsberg Two Black Holes Dancing

Zero, without it all numbers must fail,
Yet it is so often regarded as nought,
When it is a foundation for modern math,
And puts us on the basic path,
But I’ve not got further along that road,
I got stuck with nothing for my load,
I’ve carried it far yet I’ve gone nowhere,
It is very heavy for something so bare,
It is endless yet it brings me up short,
I’m minus worthless in the winter sale.
It rolls completely closed to any change,
And points the way through infinities’ door,
We shall never find anything more,
Than whatever is held by a circle so strange.

Requiem

This may not rhyme but give it time
To tell a tale that’s full of woe,
There was once a brave tall ship,
Sailing where no one has gone before,
Carrying a precious virtual dream,
Fighting her way against the stream,
Always opening the next locked door,
Only trying her level best to equip
Leaders so that they might show
Loyalty and honour is the way to go,
Instead the ship was loaded with rats,
I know about them they feed on waste,
Then in lean times desert their host,
And I know which I loathe the most,
Of incessant greed of rats or their taste,
Lies and rumours, betrayal by blind bats,
Hide your guilt and desert this dream,
Float away on a faster running stream,
Who is your Captain? Are they fit to lead?
What are their laws? Can they even read?
What will you do when the north wind blows?
Seek another ship? Where? Who cares or even knows?
This ship may die, but I will stay,
If only her requiem to silently say,
You tried your best that is all any can do,
Rest in peace; let me lie alongside you.
And when the sun sets on your voyage of discovery,
Only your lights will be left behind,
Leaving a trail for truth and recovery,