Tell Me, Tree

Tell me, tree,
will you read the pages
on which your story is written?

Thread A Tale

Weave between your fingers
a golden net of dreams,
spin a tale of lace and moonlight
between your thumbs and palms

as long as the night
and alive until morning

with all those wonders you know.

Electric Weather

Forecast, space weather:

Electric storms
and maybe acoustic guitars
if you have a band on board

~~~
(Why did this end up sounding like straight out of Night Vale?)

Strange Moons

Flames on water,
dancing like falling stars;
ice on volcanoes,
pale Earth light
in burning nights;

on gas giants’ strange moons
all things are possible.

~~~
Reworked version of an unfinished very old draft.

Gravitational Ghosts

A dance of dead stars
gravitational waves
— elusive space ghosts.

Sleep Between The Stars

Sleep
between the stars
a meadow of gold
a field of glittery dreams

and rest,
counting
from zero to infinity

until all the planets stop in their tracks.

(A stargazing lullaby, dedicated to Katherine Johnson who passed today.)

Spacefaring Blessing

May all your roads
lead to the stars
and safely bring you back home;
May your travels be safe
and your encounters peaceful;
May you find many wonders
and may we meet again
to share our stories.

(A blessing for the space age.)

Do I Bleed Stars

Cut me open,
do I bleed?
Do I bleed blue,
and stars?
Am I of space and dust,
am I of skies
as wide as your arms
embracing the sun?
Am I of foreign descent,
torn from the formation
of galaxies and superclusters,
am I from the same cradle
as your star?
Cut me open,
do I bleed the universe,
and light into the darkness?

Hold the Sky

Lonely Orion
holding up
the back-breaking vastness of space
on his dimming shoulder
— emulating Atlas
but out in the void
his feet, icy cold,
never touching the ground.

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