The Seven Sisters

In sky above, on nights when moon is pale, the Seven Sisters rise
in glitter dance. Beyond the Universe, and back, they sail; like
pendulum that dares to take a chance on vying for position
near the Earth.
 
Lone dreamer’s heart is poised and hope is high, that Seven Sisters
dance, once it’s begun, will melt the blue of ice that fills the sky, with
heat of flaming stars no longer young; yet in their brilliance telescope
their worth.
 
The Seven Sisters, known by other name, is Pleiades to those who
think they know. Still, to discerning heart she will remain a family
cluster dressed in brilliant glow; ensconced in galaxy of milky way.
 
The Sisters, locked in Earth’s myopic eye of limitations set by
earthly sight, wait patiently to offer to the sky, dimensions rarely
seen in Planet’s night; and never seen in Planet’s sleeping day.
 
When Pleiades was young and bore no scars; her promise fell in trails
of molten fire, in vow to come when Planet lost its stars. To fill the
orb called Earth with new desire, and courage to respond to higher yearn.
 
The Seven Sisters know the Earth’s at war; has been since time allowed
Earth into space. And still, the Sisters ask a pardon for the acts that ever
ask for Earth’s erase; believing in capacity to learn.
 
Just give her one more chance, the Sister’s say. She’s all we have
that dreams of Pleiades. If such a world should stumble on her way, and
overlook dimensions she so needs; what happens then to Universal Glow?
 
If pendulum of balance goes awry, the Sisters, losing light, will start to fade.
and earthlings searching solace in the sky, will see the heavens as a lost
charade. Denied them now. A dream they used to know.