Only when silence is broken does one realise it ever there, and so it was for us. The voices swept across our hearts, our very souls and left us in tears. Although there were no figures, no entities to speak of, we sensed them all around. They stroked our schooner’s canvas sails, tickled the ship’s wheel as if they found its non-use amusing. We sailed at their wishes, their choosing and never our own.
The river of stars propelled us along, or the kaleidoscopic universe propelled around us, of which I was uncertain? Yet the distinct feeling of motion existed in that strange, new place and for that we were grateful. To have paused even for a second would’ve broken our dreams, and though we knew them false, that we were amongst our betters now, the risk would’ve shattered our souls.
And so the singing of that celestial host carried us away from humanity, away from ourselves and into somewhere more beautiful.
To Be Continued…
The stars poured from the sky in a twinkling explosion of light in the night. To our left, darkness held sway over the universe. To our right, an even deeper obsidian. Yet in that cascading stream of all that was, had and would be a little of the past we’d created remained. It felt good to sail the rivers of forever knowing something of ourselves helped carry us from one realm to the other, that as one stage closed another opened.
Lulled by the shushing waves of stars, we rocked backwards and forwards in gentle undulations. Infinity soothed a troubled mind, the life I’d left behind becalmed. The rest of the crew looked through different eyes, too, more accepting, less turbulent, their expressions suggesting a shared epiphany. Perhaps that was how we passed through eternity’s curtains without even knowing? One moment darkness, the next, a coruscating rainbow of colour that was no more out of place for all its strangeness than had been the falling stars and midnight beyond them. We were through. But what next?
To Be Continued…
We dreamt of the moon on a cool, winter’s night
Whilst others were quaking, we saw the light
A piece of space pie served in the sky
Where stars were sprinkled sugar twinkling on high
And a comet was trailing some fast-dripping cream
It made me so hungry, our beautiful dream
But glittering brightly the sky never knew
That all I was dreaming was of kissing you
And though it did twinkle, wink and entice
On that winter’s evening, you were my slice
Authors Note: Just a little sample from a work in progress.
"I have seen the stars and the wonders of a billion, billion galaxies. I have seen the birth of beginnings and the death of the end, the two forces that control us in their endless dance. In that place where light and darkness sweep each other away in opposing comforts, I have seen that which no other can imagine. Yet, in all of these miracles and more, I have never seen such as you. I have are two words spoken with ease, two I have used too readily, but until you, my love, I have never known have not."
The Space Between
The space between
Dark blue and black
Differing shades of forever
Where pointing fingers linger
And eyes do blink
The stuff of dreams gathering
Like nocturnal memories
No lights required
Just open minds
Stardust and magic
Little parcels of eternity
Destiny and hope
Children praying for shooting stars
Never has nothing held such value
Here, dwelling in held breaths
And I stood before the surging star stuff as in a dream, but a dream so real as to reach out and swirl the very fabric of reality with my fingertips. I thought then, Is this what it means to be God? If so, I'd rather just enjoy the view.
Life began with a bang and ended with a whimper. The universe that spawned my beginnings in such violent circumstances had come full circle. All I'd wished for was to bow out in glory, instead, I ebbed away. When the universe glowed an indigo embrace, I realised I'd already left.
The night sparkled with star stuff, the colours of possibility like lichen on a cosmic rock. Creation manifested before my eyes, all those endless suns and endless worlds spinning through the universal vastness of space. Somewhere in that void a girl looked back, I just had to go find her.
In the time before time and the dark before dark, He lit a lantern then several more. Casting these beacons of gold into the void, He watched them sail away into a nothingness slightly less unsettling than a few moments before. I hope He never decides to snuff them out.