Voices whispering in the azure .
Hours of exhilaration on the heights.
Wax wings melt in the sun .
Asteroid dust .
As a cry from the nebular core
that beckons beyond the void .
Does the universe make sens ?
I open a newspaper
to hear from the cosmos
and infinitude takes the shape
of my eyes ...
Is this the deep mirror of my fears ?
Fire bird reveal me
the name of the gods !
Here,I am, storyteller of stars ,
in pain of hearth ...
Galaxy columnist ,
dreamer in the light ,
awake in the dark ...
Spectral pulsar lover ...
I married a comet ,
honeymoon in the quantum ...
And returning to the source
of the living ,
under the patient constellations
in dialogue with the myriads ...
Telling my grandchildren
the legends of the ancients .
I breath a wild flower
from a crazy nowhere
incarnated in flesh of space
and reverie of time .
listen kids ,
the marvelous story of worlds !
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good morning read, Lorenz.
Thanks Jerry ! a kind of space odyssey !
You write about the universe, but speak of the soul.
Behind the apparent simplicity of the imagery lies a deep meaning.
Astronomical motifs become the language of inner loneliness and hope.
Beautifully written!
I continue this galactic reverie .Inspired connection with the heights !
Cosmic surreal, a universal universe of images play through this poem. Very nicely done Lorenz
Universe is so simple to understand with a touch of madness !
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