Dogs on a Journey

We are all but dogs
That wander in the moonlight
That bask in the sun.
That sleep in the shade.
That freeze in the winter.
And always wander.
Looking... For something?
For what?
Hoping... For something?
Don't know really.
Struggling on,
Through the searing wind.
The blistering cold.
The biting hunger,
And the gasping thirst.
What do we see?
What do we look for?
What do we cling to?
To make us think,
Tomorrow will be worth today?
Is it real?
Is it false?
Or is only the struggle,
The part that matters.
Whatever the answer may be.
So desperate.
What can you see that your neighbor cannot? Can you see the twist of light,
As it moves through the cosmos?
Can you see the impossibility...
Of its journey?

And for what?
Some faint, bright pinpricks.
Long after their king is dead, and their worlds are dust,

This is all they send to us.