Best Aether Poems
Am I god's breath
Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees
of Erebus and Nyx
Impish flames dance in noontime light
morph to ghastly pirouetting demons leaping
everywhere, undisciplined they grave alight
red-hot searing daggers all-consuming.
Summer's purifying salamander breathing.
or earthly shibboleth?
Jewel blue; no longer skipping over rocks
the river, now near the end, is older, wiser,
gently drifting west towards the busy docks.
Autumn leaves of gold, like gentle boats, stir,
floating towards sunset's end of chapter.
Caught between the twixt;
The winter forest seems to our eyes dead.
Midnights new moon; the mother of the sky
mystic dewgleam-silver lights the seedbed
of decomposing earth, where fresh shoots testify
new life once more this land will occupy.
I'm Aether, or maybe six sixty-six.
then the time has come, the day to look into your eyes and see that the sum of the seconds has equalized in this stagnant pool of water. if all the puddles were put together, the sea would be for us a poisoned amalgam where not even the vultures would quench thirst. we are not sacred as we should be. you've already begged me to make myself more accessible and the murmur of this plea I call ignorance is a drop of volatilized rain before it falls hopelessly into the desert of my ear. I speak of us as a volume of bodies because one of the qualities of what is organic is to wither and if, although we begin to understand now the entrance door of life, we will never know where the exit leads. That's how we dance like rag dolls in a hurricane blown by fate. Individual facets are subsumed into one; it's like a totem that contains everyone while far away an unreachable totalizer magnetized in the spheres is decreasing digits and tearing the fabric of which we are made.
Forge my skies eternal
Beyond comprehension
The swirling horizon
And the endless expanses, that spark adventure
With ether like flowing water
Yet I will not suffer, numb to ailments
Atmosphere that reflects the lifeful beauty below
Yet possessing luxuries in it’s own right
Though not vain, for it is unenvious
Through the aether, I shall wander
Fading with bliss, as I walk to the stellas
A scientist went a tripping and a floundering
in Einsteins conceptual sea
and all the arguments were left
to be considered in probable uncertainty
theirs to encounter
the parched throat of commonsense
sucked down by gravity
there were no spirits
the was no physics
and mathematics is still rewriting the book of genesis
And now we are lost
in debatable points
of meaningless but has some tangible effect
and mechanical distortions
to recreate and disconnect entanglement
in our quantum separations
we just don't understand
we only fear
the neurons trick
this explanation of existence
these foundations of it's science
standing on a matchstick
And the science machine keeps on churning out
an accidental butter-mound known as life
while the fragmented universe
they fill with doubt
chemical strands have no cognizance
and yes DNA is just one more
of it's accidents
we're scurrying around seeking out some sense
and the scientists are offering us
their version of their marvelous
it's all going to end life-insurance
there were no spirits
the was no physics
and mathematics is still rewriting the book of genesis
And although the sun is warm
it's still shines in the cold light of day
and we must learn to follow
what ever the scientific ego's say
but to their chagrin and much to their surprise
the whole of creation is so perfectly organized
but it's just a motor
comprised of all its separate parts
still the whole thing doesn't function
the way we predicted that it would
but it should
it's mathematically impossible
to find the trees inside the wood
we just don't understand
we only fear
the neurons trick
this explanation of existence
these foundations of it's science
standing on a matchstick
From the sea of smoking souls
I am parted to emerge,
imbuing by aether silk;
the space of your sound.
In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs,
I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens,
And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers,
Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings.
Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of dew,
While linden trees intertwine their prayers in the aromas of a new symphony,
And I, lost in this celestial garden where time flows in spirals,
Gather in trembling hands essences of dreams and astral perfumes.
Roses weave their stories in vivid purple and evening whispers,
When the ocean above pours out its sadness one last time,
Carrying in its waves of stars the fragments of a shattered love,
Seeking its way through the labyrinth of memory to forgotten realms.
Under old walnut trees that shake their shadows over my scattered thoughts,
I see how infinity weaves its web from threads of longing and sweet mornings,
While the wind whispers stories about the eternity of love,
Finding shelter in the cosmic temple of endless becoming.
Oh, how the universe dances to the rhythm of this boundless love,
When the celestial blue paints its dreams on the pages of the soul,
And divine peace descends gently over the cosmic garden of feeling,
Where time stops to listen to the eternal poem of immortality.
Now, as stars intertwine their rays with my burning tears,
I feel how love transcends the space between reality and whispers of saints,
And my soul becomes one with the great symphony of the starry sky,
Where each constellation is a love story that has not been forgotten.
Look up into the blue blanket sky feeling granular and fearful and sometimes fear isn't always to be afraid but to be immersed letting the unknown in and yourself out filling your essence with elicitation. This feeling this dream. Oh my, how the clouds disobey gravity and become discharged from the invisible chains that bind almost all things. Oh for the apples soon fall down to the bottom of the invisible reach now is taken as rational yet I hither in a place I can't even call a home. Oh Aether won't you buttress me with feathered wings I chose to leave this place for I was free.
Something broken,
Something lost
‘Til what they found
Must pay the cost.
What was broken?
A heart, a mind, a soul
What was lost?
Your faith, your way, your control
So what did they find?...
Never moving,
Always bitter
Alone, in this pain
Alone, so they shiver.
Why wouldn’t they move?
Body petrified, legs rooted, heart stoned
Why were they bitter?
Existence subsumed, emotions betrayed, violence condoned
...But what did they find?
Once joyful they sang
Full of shine and glimmer
Now heads hang,
Hearts become still and dimmer.
What was shining?
Their life, their vitality, their prime
Why is it dimming?
Sweet death, new decay, old time
But what is it they find?!
Forever wander in the mist,
Or stray from the golden path,
Be lost to the ether cold,
Hope to find home at last.
Anticipation ends
as creation begins
Before chasing the words
you must first know the wind
Direction predestined
on zephyrs ordained
Each gust but a phrasing
of verse unproclaimed
A breeze or a tempest
in a cyclone of hail
In sunshine or clouded
they come to regale
Those moments that matter
that time would suspend
Once spoken eternal
— and Aether defends
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)