Through lenses cold and ground from mountain glass,
We watched the dying worlds of iron pass.
For generations, every spark we found
Was tethered to a bleeding, broken ground—
The sudden flash of silo doors undone,
The brief, horrific birthing of a sun,
Then ash that drifted like a heavy shroud
To lock a planet in a toxic cloud.
We turned our mirrors to the northern sky,
Expecting just another world to die,
To see Vaeloria’s final signature
Be etched in fire, black and premature.
We braced for the familiar, sudden glare
Of empires burning down their final air.
But what we found across the cosmic deep
Was not the final, static-riddled sleep.
The planet did not burn; it started glowing,
A quiet, silver respiration growing,
As if a willow made of starlight grew
And drank the poison till the sky turned blue.
No high radiation tore the night,
But pulses of a deep, organic light.
A lonely mind had stitched the broken spheres,
And washed away a century of fears.
We leaned into our sights, amazed to see
A world redeemed by a single tree.
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ring ¦¦¦ a starbright sphere,
With ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ delight and ¦¦¦¦ cunning ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ unsought,
¦¦¦¦ the heart ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ may smile if to pleasure his ear
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ jewel of music is ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ aught--
Love, laughter, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to hang in the ear ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
As a bird's ¦¦¦¦¦ song ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in us hear
Pause ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ again the same strain caught,
So moves ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ as a pearl or tear,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wrought.
(Blackout of The Roundel by Algernon Charles Swinburne)
Break me up to starlight
Tear apart these walls
Break me up to starlight
'Till nothing else recalls
Each crushing wave
Transforms the pain
Into pure light
Again... again...
Your force Divine
Makes crystals shine
Pierce through my shell
With burning Grace
As I dispel
What You erase
Break me up to starlight...
Break me up to starlight...
Perched upon the edge of a tree,
The Chakor looked so calm and free.
Watching the moon as his whole,
Beyond the anguish of his soul.
Laughing in the sky so far,
Jingle, jingle, little star.
Teasing Chakor with the shimmering light,
Making the moon glow so bright.
Aurora: "the rest of the summer, its blank night sky, that twinkles softly with graceful tries to blend the softness of the night with deepening lulls that musically alight."
Lucifer: "I vaingloriously instate another well of darkness upon the firmament escape, little doves and coy wolves, deities like us must press our luck."
Uraeal: "Insipid, really."
Kate: "The longest field in this place of woe should call the calling pigeon and pigeonhole our goals."
RK: "Oui Oui these said it was best, I'd look to a new heaven but havens come rent."
arophc varuag: "I came for lit happenings I see now today, the main little droves have gone to back horseplay."
PW1: *Realizes he is needed near the well, but turns for a morsel of the usual melody*
The forbidden one: *Catches up with the gamblers who have gambled with the day*
Zeus: "I venture forsook thee as thy often finds the book is readied its spine in its prime."
Helel: "Only the few have found such fortunes like a cookie from China that has yet to be opened."
DR Dragon: "For half of this time, I shan't read a thing that isn't the bribe."
---End of act III---
Helel: "In accordance with awe, shall we not wet the beaks of the impounded and open the golden maw?"
Kate: "Come and find the firestone broke the cradle and the heath is afeather, I shall but sprung like a promise to weather."
Lucifer: "Is the gloomy stake left with feet adjoined for a door, the promise is ancient, the antique is so pourn."
Aurora: "Timidity like timely strikes the ground flashed across the weathered hetherseconds like amber on the fritz. "
Uraeal: "I copiously decline the stooping ingate of a plan, like vespers cross dark circles and racoon city is old and planned."
RK: "So fearsome but tired the wolf, hell is rolled up and death has rolled over."
DR Dragon: "angsty pray for the weary let Zeus now dowse next and inspect the coral city."
Zeus: "In videographic cards there are other games, let wicked things while I ask them to say."
PW 1: *Has returned, tires of the usual stroll and begins towards the old stones.*
arophc varuag: "Tip back the gamed throngs like milling wet eaves that parlay for soon songs."
The Forbidden one: *Has returned, ushers forth to find the fray this here and now*
---End of act II---
Starlight Hotel
A visit with Jesse, a homeless man.
I love my freedom, peace, and the quiet too.
A Starlight Hotel window gives a nice view.
Far in the distance, trains rumble on the rail
I don't need a watch, its schedule never fails.
I heard a dog howl close to my hotel room.
When gravel cracks, they are coming soon.
Sleeping with the stars, named for mother,
Along with my daughter and loving father.
Starting in the fast lane, lookin' for romance
I do deserve to have one more loving chance.
I grew up faster as I learned my selfish ways
The Starlight Hotel is the best place to pray.
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Starlight and Blue Moon cast color above
Inspiring artists and thinkers alike
To aspire to reach their twinkling sky heights
In an artistic act of dreamy love
From all sorts of passion that they speak of
Nature’s lightening will vigorously strike
Embedding its golden whip in their psychs
Until creation of a morning dove.
A striped cat sneaks around without a care
As it embodies true simplicity
Such cat puts all ideas into its snare
Artists rely on such felicity
They’re whimsically mixing words to prepare
For hidden cat-like authenticity.
Starlight spills like frost,
dusting night’s dark velvet rim.
Galaxies breathe slow~
soft lanterns in cosmic drift.
Starlight
breathing soft,
spilling its silver hush,
gathering the night into wonder~
Light born.
Sometimes I look up
just to remind myself
that not everything
has to be close
to feel real.
Some things stay far,
quiet,
unreachable,
and still
manage to shine.
I was so small, looking up at you as I gripped your
hand tight.
My eyes like deep sea bioluminescence, yours like a
nebula.
Dead and anew.
You were starlight, the sun. Close enough to warm me,
but impossible to hold. To soothe.
The world was not meant for us
And yet, here we are.
Mismatched, misshapen, misbehaved.
We peer through the cracks and cut our fingers on the
edges.
And you, you said you would die young
Snuffed out so fast, in a moment of darkness.
I guess you got what you wanted, then.
I guess you wanted to leave this all behind.
Instead, you left me
Stuck with your spirit bursting in my chest.
I am engulfed in this absence, filled with seawater.
Head pounding to the beat of your heartache.
And the tree that watches over you
Stretches to see the sun.
And the dirt blankets you the way your mother
never could.
And I hope you found your place in the vast.
But, god, didn’t you ever look up?
Who could ever bear to leave this world?
A silent maid
born of starlight
glides forlorn
deserted by moons
and her blessed tribe
in hallowed mansions
far beyond
the wooded places.
My entry-C
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
Bountiful starlight reverbs with echoes
that fade but hold a bit of that drumfire.
Raising that whimsical smile even higher,
electric shadows cast a glow on your toes.
A sound you can’t place in the real world,
music that was bestowed from the Fey.
You wake and long to be whisked away
on a comet’s tail both pearled and curled.
High dollar melody delicately bouncing
like a wrist wrapped in celestial jewelry.
With a gaze at the sky’s rippling gallery,
three coin tossed wishes and counting.
Diamonds are on a roll hard as a rock,
playing your high hopes with sure strokes.
As if you really need any kind of a coax,
forever a girl in love with sidewalk chalk.
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