Are we alone

My grandmother always had this dream to be a writer and I am living that dream for her.

I walk out in the cold night
Thinking
Wondering
I look up at the shining stars
Are those homes
Are they souls
Or are they the memory of our ancestors longing to live once again.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

The mystery of stars (overlook their science) is in the heart of any and every viewer. They are what they are, how we each view them. Perhaps like love: full, fleeting, strong, faint: often alluring, inviting further inspection .. always there, invisible.. Like your 'wondering' . they mesmerise thought and become anything - everything.

Fine thoughts puts briefly but succinctly. Will go look at the stars now.. thank you.

[Mortimer Brewster]

nicely composed. great emotion. keep writing.

[JaushWilson]

Short and sweet, great content.

[Uranus]

Loved it. When I was a child, I used to ask myself those questions.
This could be a good material for your next story. Keep it up.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You pose a question for the philosophers. Lovely and contemplative poem.

[Wajiha Nayeem]

hey!!....
that's such a pretty poem...and it clearly shows you feel when you look at those shiny stars high above!!
great work!

[Alice Maria]

An amazing poem. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, but how come you have no punctuation.

[Mother Nature]

Its sad but true that sime of our ancestors have not experienced their goals thats why they wish for us a happy ending.

[Rama Masri]

Thank you for your opinion.

[College_guy]

I always wondered as well how would we be without those shimering lights above our heads.

[Rama Masri]

Thank you for your opinion. And such a good choice of words.

[Surya]

I used to hear those lines, like stars are our ancestors....
May be we are not alone...
I enjoyed it..:)

[Rama Masri]

Thank you for your opinion, I heard those stories as well.