The Night Sky

Philosophical Vignettes

Trekking among the steep defiles,
Trailed by the sage, a young boy tried
To use the dim-lit stars in hopes
Of finding some path or some guide
To help him climb the rocky slopes.

They made their way among the fog
Which stalked them now for many nights,
And left them wandering like ghosts
Amid the unfamiliar heights—
Without a guide, or friendly hosts.

The sage was…