Experts on the Universe

Quite intentionally made

Sense-armoured by their mental trade

They view the heavens with aplomb

In their high probing towers from

Which a plumbstone cannot measure

All the sky's refulgent treasure.

Those distances of time and space

Perhaps they only really face

When the night is cold and black

And feel when they look down and back

What Musicmaster Herschel saw

And shivering sister Caroline

Imbued with mystery and awe

Seeking the source of the divine

On cold nights when they felt the pain

Recording each night once again

The sky's enlightening history

Of the universal mystery.

Only when the night is black

Black and cold they sometimes see

Or feel like Herschel and his sister

The awe of heavenly mystery.

©Terry Hodgson2020