Tragic Figures

Let’s count the stars as we hike along the backs of mountain giants, dip our toes in placid waters of space. Such enormity abounds. It is overwhelming. What voice do we have among the infinite? Such weight to weigh our weary souls. Yet we sing to the void, pour our music to hear an echo. Are we not tragic figures? passing time on a lullaby; sad musings most profound on blank verses of white.