Starlight Sonnet

 Starlight Sonnet

No longer myths drape constellations' gleam, But swirling spheres in cosmic ballet grand, Their waltz a symphony of light, it seems, 

Where methane's breath unveils creation's hand.

No silent sphere is Jupiter, aloof, 

But swirling storms, a canvas ever-drawn, Ammonia's brushstrokes paint a vibrant roof, Where secrets dance at dawn, then dusk, then dawn.

The poet's eye, once filled with fiery steeds, 

Now sees the dance of quarks, a cosmic spin, 

In equations etched, a truth that seeds 

A richer awe, where mysteries begin.

For science unveils a grander tapestry, 

Than myths of old could ever hope to weave, 

In every atom, every galaxy, 

A poem's pulse, a symphony to believe.

So let us sing, with scalpel and with rhyme, Of swirling stars and whispers on the breeze, In every truth, a spark of the sublime, 

A universe in chorus, if we please.


I hope this poem inspires you to explore the universe in all its wonder, through the lens of both science and poetry!


   Unlikely Budha 2023


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