The Heat Death of the Universe

A Year of Sonnets — 056/365

Photo by Erwan Hesry on Unsplash

Do not despair of light. Though every star
will spend its breath and while away to naught,
obliterating memories they caught
in photostrings they gathered from afar
and held in trust, a second so preserved
against the ravages that nature brings,
and in these tiny photons, children sing,
immortal, as their blameless hearts deserve
until the end: the silence so complete,
the universe will live its curtain call,
though life does not endure, no, none at all,
even the light bends, humble in defeat.

Though it may hurt to ponder such a time,
embrace the now, the universe’s prime.