I thought a star was very pretty
but my teacher told me it was dead,
that it had died many eons ago
and only now was the light reaching me.
“You are admiring an illusion,”
said my teacher.
“You are amazed at a thing
which is gone forever.”
“Yes, I am,” I answered and he was satisfied
that I agreed with him.
But I only meant that yes, I was amazed
by light that persists beyond death,
and almost equally amazed at his
shabby philosophy which would dare to presume
that I am not part of an ancient sun.