The celestial stars awaken the night
Blessing the world with a silver glow
The pale white moon whispers into the light
Casting a layer of light below
A rush of cool air greets my face
Like a rocket soaring through the sky
I drift beyond the clouds of space
Where galaxies and endless wonders lie
I move past the clouds above
Entering a universe I've never known
Surrounded by millions of stars filled with love
In a world where I am not alone
The planets dance like fishes in a cosmic sea
The colors painting the endless night
The universe opens its arms to me
A masterpiece burning with infinite light
Long ago,
Before the first of the dust was made,
Or before a droplet of water was formed.
Ere matter was a construct, or eon or space,
Even before the universe's womb grow.
And nothingness was unborn.
Where was He?
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In the vast space where deep silence resides,
Beyond the reach of air and fleeting breath,
Lies a realm where stars slowly shed their flame,
A canvas dark, where cosmic echoes fade;
The galaxies, once pulsating, now are husks,
Drifting like whispers in an endless void,
Each collide, a forgotten tale unwound,
And time itself, a river turned to snow.
Here, comets fall, like tears from distant eyes,
Their trails a fleeting memory of life,
While black holes yawning, consuming all light,
Remind us of our fragile, fleeting flame;
What once was known, now shattered by the night,
And worlds untethered spin in endless dance,
Each entity a ghost of what has been,
Their stories sketched in shadows on the dark.
A cosmic death, a stillness so profound,
As nebulae dissolve like dreams at dawn,
And planets turn to dust blown by the breeze,
With every heartbeat, echoes of the past,
Resound within the silence of the dark;
Yet in this end, there sprouts a quiet hope,
As from the ash, new stars may find their birth,
In cycles vast, where windups weave the threads
Of every nascent dawn we long to see.
She drifted past the spiral arms in white,
A shadow snuffing galaxies to dark.
She held the dying pulsars to her breast,
Like children, singing chaos into sleep.
"Do not be frightened," hummed to worlds of ice,
"The dark is velvet-deep, you are not lost."
She swept the dust of nations into glass,
Preserving lovers' vows before they broke.
There is a beauty in the sudden halt,
Perfection in the stop, like gravity
That waits to catch the ocean in its fall.
She severed light from heat, and form from mass,
A cold tranquility beneath the storm.
So infinite her mercy, grace so strange,
She wiped the seat of life from Nature's face.
For eons she has walked, the gardener,
Who plucks the solar systems like a bloom.
She does not take with malice or with hate,
She only opens wide the iron door.
And now she stands before your yellow sun,
To answer with a kiss the final call.
You tremble at her silence?
Fear the end?
You think she brings the night to kill the stars?
She weeps to see you breathe, knowing the truth.
She is not here to hollow out your soul;
She kills you now to save you from the Hunger.
They aimed the lens where nothing burned,
where all was void, and stars unlearned,
a silence vast, to dark returned…
and yet within that hollow span,
the galaxies began.
From ash to bloom, the silence stirred,
a hidden hymn the void had heard,
then softly rose a shining word-
“Even the hollow learns to keep
the promises that sleep.”
The night held me in its hands,
faith a brittle leaf in wind.
Prayers were seeds scattered on stone.
Yet somewhere, roots found the dark
and a small dawn broke through.
The universe repeats this song:
that nothingness is never wrong,
the dark can hold what waits too long,
a spark, a soul, a breath, a name,
all rising from the same.
I watch the hidden corners of the dark,
I find the glow the dark has held
and what I feared was gone returns
the beauty born of blackest space,
the hush that hides its grace.
Infinite possibilities.
We are of stardust and galaxies.
*'A Romantic or Celestial Crystalline Poetry Contest'
*Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
*Entered on: 09/07/2025
Velvet Galaxies
Blue and pink relish velvet
Sky clothed in neon sporadic
Milky-ways are subtle
Clouds dance violin through calm storms
Velvet galaxies brush crimson
Radiant smiles captured
Oceans whispers loudly
Mid-night horizons are breath taking true eternity
Zealousness full filled
Devotion human kind humbled
Sapphire flames azure in the nightly
Stars through soul searching are brightly
So much to be thankful for
Look up in a haze to ponder
Pursuit enthusiasm
Encouraging written letters
Poetry truly I’ve become
Read in between the lines
Velvet Galaxies devotion gatherings
The love of poetry
After mind hug,
I was waiting in the dark —
warm as the kiss
you never gave me.
Time didn’t stop,
but I did —
right where you left me.
Even angels were bored.
We ran out of time.
I still whisper your name
like a secret line.
Don’t walk away —
I’m already faded into you.
All the versions of us
burning out in other galaxies.
I loved you louder in silence
than I ever could in the light.
Reflection ripples in space.
Black holes ignite.
Was it real,
or just the wrong place,
wrong life?
You were the glitch
I believed in
more than the truth.
The world buckled
under the weight of knowing.
I held you quiet —
but it kept growing.
Don’t walk away —
I’m already faded into you.
All the versions of us
burning out in other galaxies.
I loved you louder in silence
than I ever could in the light.
And if I ever said it,
it would lose its shape.
We were only perfect
when it was too late.
But I took your ashes
and made them into clay —
rebuilt myself
with trembling hands.
I thought I was small,
but I was just beginning to grow.
Unfurled leaves,
outstretched —
like hands waving
goodbye.
It was a long way home
I had wandered for many miles
Searching for that pot of gold
That’s said to be at the end
Of every rainbow
I saw a lot of rainbows
That stretched across galaxies
With no end in sight
But no hint of a pot of gold
Did I see
I encountered a lot of well-polished stones
And although there were
Well worn stones at home
They were warm stones
They had no jagged edges
The closer I got to home
The bigger the pot on the front porch became
And I could see shiny objects
Just out of my reach
I smiled and hastened my steps
Looking into your eyes
I saw stardust forming into galaxies
and I wondered if The Grand Architect
felt the same wonder when it looked at its Creation
How the starlight danced off the planet’s rings
supernovae painted the Open with its Phoenician palette
suns bubbled and burst with passion
comets streaked as if with purpose
I cannot fathom eternity.
So I wash the dishes from dinner.
I cannot comprehend the vastness of the universe and galaxies.
So, I read another story to my child.
I catch glimpses of how insubstantial I am, like a mote of dust floating on a sunbeam.
So I pay my bills and go to work.
I love my family and pray to my God.
I listen to a friend crying over the phone.
I bring a hot meal to my elderly neighbor and maybe visit for a bit.
No, I cannot understand, much less control, the infinity of the stars and time and space.
But I can do my best to touch the lives of those around me in a meaningful way, with love, respect, and kindness.
I give the rest to God
In extra-ordinary skies
Like celestial bodies we clashed,
Matter merged, energy unleashed.
In each one's heart a home we've found.
Forever bound, our hearts resound.
A clash of two beautiful galaxies,
Glittering diamonds swirling infinite light.
With a gravitational pull,
Through distance and time.
Cataclysmic waves in harmony.
Where turbulent depths met tranquil release.
I've heard her say "you are my Gold"
I only hope she knows that
She is a Goldmine herself.
I Can't trade her for anything in the world,
For, nothing equates the value I see in her.
I've heard fate's gentle whisper
"you are meant to be"
In echoes of eternity.
A symphony of our oneness envisioned.
As the time stands still,
Until our hands touch,
And our eyes meet.
A kick of an electric spark,
Of our love so Strong expands.
A soul holding cosmic fire,
I am fortified,
With the beauty beyond.
This is a love story, yet to be told,
A Kaleidoscope of moments to hold.
Powerful energy surrounds us —
With whispers of a connection
Speaks out in the celestial space
With guidance, I try to take.
Waiting for a touching vibration,
An entity we see in our dreams
Perhaps one already in their world
One drawn is by the stars themselves.
Others who seek this find;
It bears a striking resemblance to
It’s now clearer – more visible to see
With whispers of the galaxies.
Galaxies and countless sand -
so much to misunderstand.
You're more than a simple dot
in a whimsical plot twist.
Free will in every circumstance,
with each fascinating consequence,
is as purposeful as planned.
Altered winds at God's command.
Still, we don't know the secret half
of the complex aftermath,
and fail to fully understand
how we're still sustained to live,
lungs continuing to lift.
Grace extends to everyone,
sinners sprinkled with the sun.
Megaphone and microscope,
Son's arms reaching out in hope.
Connecting through mystifying prayer,
I feel your heart; God placed it there.
How extravagant to share
just a moment's precious pulse,
a fraction of a fragment of the whole.
This force can touch a single soul,
like the stearing wind of waves,
shifting shapes in continents.
Changing hearts are imminent
by the power of the Maker's hand,
who formed countless glorious galaxies
and granules of shifting sand.
9-13-2023
Immortality
I was not. I was. I am. I will be. I will not be.
I was not, but my star stuff was. Part of the universe. Part of the wheeling galaxies and all the voids between. Finding its way from countless origins to the earth itself.
Then, suddenly, I was. My star stuff came alive, added other star stuff, grew, and gained identity. And I became who I am.
And for a brief moment in time, I will be – feeling, knowing, aware, until my star stuff returns to the dust from whence it came.
And then I will not be. But my star stuff will be on or in the earth, for a time, unknowing and eventually unknown, while the wheeling galaxies and uncountable stars await.
And when the sun reaches out in its death throes and consumes the earth, countless millennia from now, my star stuff will be released back into the universe from whence it came.
And the process will begin again and will ever be. And is that not immortality?
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