------====== The Searcher ======------

They are not there, the ghosts which I chase.

I search through the light years of a million histories,

Catching only fragments of that for which I long.

I search by eye, and by the power of a thousand Galileos,

And still, there is only darkness, and silence.

My searches are futile, and endless.

And yet...

I know they are there.

It is my life, to know that.

How wonderful if they should come, while I watch.

It is a good thing, to look as I do.

Someone must always watch,

For we must not miss them.

They might never come again

And there are no other invitations

To the dance of the stars.

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