Pleiads move in quiet harmony, pearls of cosmic light.
Protostars blaze in clustered, blue-white heat.
Plasma streams sculpt halos of electric light.
Parallax reveals their distance across widening sky.
Photons scatter in dust creating mist-blue sheen.
Pleiads burn as massive, hot, B-type stars,
Presence of planetary birth lingers when the Seven arise.
In the galaxy full
Of infinite stars,
I stole a few
And hid them
In my finite world
To make my own constellations,
So that I could create beauty
In darkness
That once scared me.
Now every night, when
I close my eyes,
I get lost
In my creation,
And I hope one day
I could be a star
In someone else’s constellation
After I leave my finite world
To join the galaxy of infinite stars.
I look out of my window
To the stars that are above
I see the pictures they create
For each of them I so love
I see a hunter of big game
With a Bear just out of site
There's a lion with a roar
He's ready for a fight
We've a fish that swims across
The sky we see at night
A bird that flies it to
To ever ones delight
There's a ram that wants to buck
There's a person with a bow
Theres even a cross above
Oh, how I love it so
The dogs are waiting for their master
There's a ship that has set sail
There's women in the sky
That watch us down below
There's twins that never part
Even a hero from the past
Scales that weigh our deeds
That eternity will last
We've a rabbit and a frog
Even a unicorn I can see
A lyra that plays soft music
For the universe and me
Still many other pictures
I have left unnamed
The beauty of the night sky
That Gods handywork has framed
My dreams are glossaries of his charms and virtues
More than those things that Santa can bring.
The curl of his lips
their sweet flavor
and his molesting appreciations
If you feel sweet rhapsodies, are they imagined?
But just as the light of bright stars recede
and interstellar constellations wither
memories of dream-state passions fade.
Not that the spheres of their collateral radiance wilts -
in recounting those subconscious tempest smolderings
- we hold them tenderly in our favors.
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Andromedan castles
moat has little blue boats
servers are maidens joyed
white iris gardens
deep canyons
radars aimed
soft cadence
magnet minds
love balanced
Orion forts marbled
shining with platinum bands
armoured Galactics cruel
stone and steel makes head reel
bold barons
orlon vests
high pylons
canon shots
warring sons
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GOD’S CANVASSING NIGHT
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Last night:-
The full moon
And constellations
Glowed
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The ruins of constellations......!
The Moon gets an alien-eclipsed...
Galaxies turn their faces away....
The Sun lost its gravity...
The space forgets to unfold...
There once was the fabric of love...
There now is but a shattered cosmos....!!
Crushed trust... ruined hope... a heart full of pain
A dull face, a tired body, and a broken person.....!!
I waver at the star teeth
of my own invention,
accreting webs of wild light
where night trades
cold for dark
sidereal heat.
I am not here for mundane marvels—
I am here to manifest my most
daring fantasies into reachable
constellations,
grasping at the ungraspable—
drawing unfathomables to fruition.
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The rising and setting
Of the sun…
The waxing and waning
Of the moon…
The orchestrated constellations
Of the beaming stars…
The staccato positionings
Of the planets…
The andante asteroids, comets,
And nebulae…
The soprano and baritone
Lighting and thunder…
All a beautiful canvasing
Galactic symphony…
Cosmic 24-hour live stream
Music to the eyes…
These past few weeks,
Orion’s been making his steady descent down the horizon.
This occurs yearly,
one thing you can count on through the world’s unending turbulence.
It’ll never fail to throw you from your cushioned seat
face-first into forced adaptation
and deep discomfort.
Will there ever be a time where I can look to the horizon
without seeing the next bend in the road?
Will I ever not fear what’s to come
and what’s to be lost
as soon as I steal a shred of comfort?
My joys are here and now,
but I can’t say with certainty that I’m sitting there with them.
I’ll always be at arm’s length,
already halfway across spacetime
to the next star in Orion’s Belt.
Ornamented sky:
Corona Borealis,
Cassiopeia,
Monoceros, Pegasus;
lightshow at eventide.
Train bypassing just over the rivers bend
Sturdiest and unpromising of bridges, carry my feet along your lumber
Steal away the time I should be an honorable member of society
Keep me as your own and offer me company as you do the passing trains
Just before the sunrise do your wood beams greet the world, before those of the sun can
Eerily so do your shadows beautifully haunt weary folk in moonlight
But I stand unafraid and I walk along you, most enchanting bridge of pure delight
Outstretched arms and heightened ground consume my presence
Perhaps I will greet the river below, blow a cherished kiss
And dream of flowing with her as the fish flow by and by
Greeting all the places along the way I've yet to see
Scheming of making way to connecting streams and many the woodsy place
It is solely me now, guided under constellations and starlight
One with nature you could say, and so then I am not alone
I have met the river and jumped aboard, no more dreaming now
Souring like a bird through endless currents of this waterway's love
Be an astrologer of intense curiosity,
sit down and admire the nightly wonders
extending beyond sight and boundary;
constellations are myriads of stars!
Ah, the weak ones fall out and become comets,
crossing stellar skies, shedding sparkles of silver;
the stronger ones stay firm and don't show fear:
they have no urge to leave the glorious Heavens!
Who never dreams staring at the nocturne sky
has no awareness, no urge to go past imagination
that incites to discover it beyond human conception;
even an atheist is amazed by such splendorous beauty!
Constellations are a manifestation of brilliant display
of light in the glimmering waters of tenebrous oceans...
as the effulgent moon adds its charm to draw appeal;
huddling lovers shiver, but they love what they reveal!
Midnight drive in absent minded dark
Where wood poles are magnetic
Where all the cardinal directions
pull towards,
The iron inside my heart burns
to burst from my chest
I have led all the metals
and minerals inside of me
To someplace astray
I took a dizzying route
I ambled from star to star
To carve out
incomprehensible constellations
I’m in the moonlight
baring my dreams to the stars;
I hope they explode
with the desire in my heart;
The power to turn the tide;
Such a daring feat,
holding all of my wishes;
They survive the ride;
Turmoil turns them into fire
burning the darkest of doubts;
Silent and naked,
there’s no need to hide myself;
A crater holds me
it’s strength always at my back;
Constellations jump the Moon.
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