April, this poem carries a real sense of wonder, especially in the way you let the cosmos feel alive with possibility rather than empty distance. The images of blue forests, crimson skies, frozen moons, and electric atmospheres give the poem its imaginative breadth, while the question of the soul gives it its emotional center. What feels most meaningful is the longing underneath it: the hope that life, connection, and light are larger than what we can see from one small place. Thank you for writing with such openness to mystery, beauty, and the ache of wanting the universe to feel less lonely.
Someone once laughed at me when I said I believe that there is definitely life around other stars, I’m sure not all of them, but a lot of them. Some are very old, some are new. Our sun isn’t even super old compared to a lot out there and yet life has been around for millions of years. So when he laughed at me for saying that I came up with this poem. I very much so believe that there are planets in other solar systems, with it’s own kind of life.
April, thank you for sharing the story behind the poem. There is real beauty in the fact that laughter did not close down your imagination; it sent you deeper into wonder. Your belief that life may exist beyond what we have seen gives the poem its reach, but the human ache underneath it is what gives it feeling: the refusal to let one person’s dismissal make the universe smaller. I’m grateful you turned that moment into art and kept asking what else may be alive beyond our view.
April, this poem carries a real sense of wonder, especially in the way you let the cosmos feel alive with possibility rather than empty distance. The images of blue forests, crimson skies, frozen moons, and electric atmospheres give the poem its imaginative breadth, while the question of the soul gives it its emotional center. What feels most meaningful is the longing underneath it: the hope that life, connection, and light are larger than what we can see from one small place. Thank you for writing with such openness to mystery, beauty, and the ache of wanting the universe to feel less lonely.
Someone once laughed at me when I said I believe that there is definitely life around other stars, I’m sure not all of them, but a lot of them. Some are very old, some are new. Our sun isn’t even super old compared to a lot out there and yet life has been around for millions of years. So when he laughed at me for saying that I came up with this poem. I very much so believe that there are planets in other solar systems, with it’s own kind of life.
April, thank you for sharing the story behind the poem. There is real beauty in the fact that laughter did not close down your imagination; it sent you deeper into wonder. Your belief that life may exist beyond what we have seen gives the poem its reach, but the human ache underneath it is what gives it feeling: the refusal to let one person’s dismissal make the universe smaller. I’m grateful you turned that moment into art and kept asking what else may be alive beyond our view.
Thank you! I laugh at them for having such a small mind.
Very lovely, and I agree. 😍