Celeste (Micro-Fiction)

Night

When the world still slept and the ocean was young, she polished the stars. There’d never been one like her, she was the first. Celeste by name and celestial by nature, the girl made magic with the night and sweet music in the moonlight. 

Day

She was happy in her silence, content with her lot in life, Celeste, in short, knew happiness. Then the cosmos gave birth to the sun and everything changed. Celeste had not seen colour in all its delicate tones. She marvelled at ruby, wondered at gold, and emerald’s beauty drove her to tears, so glorious it seemed. And so rivers were born and life given freedom to roam.

Dusk and Dawn

But the real miracle came when night and day collided. Celeste liked that best. When the curtains of dawn and dusk were drawn or unfolded to reveal life at its most peaceful, Celeste knew her work was done. She left it all for those who’d follow. Those like us.


Eternity Seen

The stars reflect

Intermittent twinkles

Nebulas entwining

Purple and vermillion

Quasars blaze

The fires of God

Cosmos captured

In twinned orbs

A shooting star wanders

From iris to iris

A miracle

So divine

Yet, I see none of it

For the mirrors

Are your eyes

And eternity

Is you 


The Dreamer

Along the moonbeams road race I

Betwixt the night and starry sky

Through cosmic storms and violet light

Where all is soothing, calm and right

To see lost worlds as scattered seeds

Bequeathed to me, they know my needs

And on into perpetual sea

Where I will hunt in search of thee

And never ever stop, will I

This love lost man, this dreaming guy

Moonbeam Pathways (Take Me Away)



 Moonbeam pathways
 Take me away
 To pastures full of stars.
 Where comets roam
 Celestial valleys
 And nebula views are mine.
 To witness the birth of stars
 In meadows of possibilities,
 Myriad coloured dreams.
 Cosmological minutiae
 Manipulating the expanse
 Of all that is, was, and will.
 I wish to wander gossamer webs
 Of multiversal strands
 As I smile; as I weep; as I sing.
 For in the majesty of creation
 I hope to forget, the salient fact
 That I AM alone.
 

 (Image courtesy Michelle Marie)

To Sail Celestial



 Spectral hangs the starlight shawl
 As night descends upon us all,
 And twinkling orbs, so far above,
 Shine on down in cosmic love.
 They seek to displace nightly fears,
 And ease bad dreams, children’s tears.
 Time has passed to bring their light
 Through deepest space, through blackest night;
 Eons spent on journeys far
 Just to make the black less tar.
 Yet still the universe does spread,
 And never dims it overhead,
 Though stretched and pulled beyond our ken
 To places that will n’er see men.
 I wish one day my spirit there,
 And realise this thought may scare,
 But could there be no greater trip
 Than to sail celestial, eternal ship.

 
 (Image courtesy of Phantom-Seraph on deviantart.com)

Stars Past



 Cast across the sky to break the monotony of eternity,
 A net of whispered pasts: stars.
 Do I see you as you were, or are?
 Am I viewing a memory of that which was,
 A reflection of the gleaming that my younger self watched transfixed?
 Am I wrong to marvel at that which may have left;
 That which has brought solace to my lonely nights;
 That who’s passing still shines on?
 I don’t think so.
 For I still find comfort in your heavenly beacons,
 And hope I always shall.
 Pinprick the night until engulfed,
 So that celestial patterns may bring peace to those who follow me.
 May your light grace the cosmos until all is gone,
 Including yourselves.
 
 

 (Image courtesy telegraph.co.uk)

Sailing The Forever


I’ve sailed the seas of eternity
Where the cosmos laps upon the shores of forever.
No other human eyes have seen such miracles,
As universes clash and mingle.
A place where light lives in blazes of colour
Then dies alone in the darkness,
Stretched beyond the limits of science,
Before dissipating into sparkling star dust.
I have raised my sail to intergalactic winds
And fought the vortices of mighty black holes,
Skimming around the nothingness
Then shooting back out across the heavens.
Seen the joyous birth of magenta gases,
The citrine burst of a million promises,
The vermillion winking of a trillion eyes.
No charts have I, not do I want.
An endless navigation of that which can never be mapped;
This is my wish.
And that one day, as I surf infinity,
I shall find my love,
Hold her in my arms,
Kiss her ruby lips
And sail on into the forever.
Tis a dream within a dream
A wish uttered upon the winds of my imagination.
But it is a wish worth striving for, sailing to.
And I shall,
No matter how long it takes.

(Image courtesy of Magica-28 on deviantart)