Long Distance

Skipping across star infested spaces. As for civilization, I see only traces. Time still passes as quickly as before, But its presence I can no longer ignore. Watching the images through thick glass Trying to focus before they tear past. Sometimes the colours decide to stay Rather than fritter and fade away. But across such distances try as they might, All the colours are bleached to white. Occasionally a welcome beacon of life So small as to be balanced on the edge of a knife. There for a second but usually fleeting Without so much as a single polite greeting. And further on past boundaries unseen by human eyes, Where the nothing itself can suffocate your loudest cries, I press on without the slightest sense of fear, For I can see my destination drawing near. Though the closer I get the farther I seem And everything now feels more like a dream.