Questions

In the faraway
distance, I see;
Reflections of how
things used to be.
Up high in the
sky, so far;
Glimmers a dwindling,
fragile star.
Its life was short,
but its reflection lasts;
Despite my knowledge,
that its time has passed.
How could something,
so bright, so strong;
No longer thrive
in the skies beyond?
A question seems
to persist in my mind;
Are we…