Beyond the stars

swirling thoughts
from life's beginning to
an ever lasting thought

sparks of life and shadows
of death intertwine together
as one end and the other begins

the hand of creation lite years
before i wrote this poem has started
and has already ended

the dinosaur fighting for his life
has but ended

the eye of creation with a blink can
crush what he has already started

the endless space with the endless stars
go on forever unlike our

but we have power we just don't know
for we are parts of little matter that
circle around

for i am this picture and i am the color
and before i was born,  i was another

two shades of red or maybe three goes into brown
than into cream,  the blends into white and many shades of black that bring out the stars,  for i was a star before i was me,  matter that was not born, a process that slowly took form