Whose worlds these are I think I know They live beyond Spacetime though They will not see me Trekking here To watch their dust Coalesce and grow The little apes Must think it queer The realm in which Their eyes peer Between black holes And voids through space Stars twinkling amidst Nothing and fear The child gives Mom's arm a shake Asks of the sky's Shimmering lake The Verses are lovely, Dark and deep, But I have promises to keep And parsecs to go Before I sleep And parsecs to go Before I sleep