First Light Machine

Designing an energy
Defined, by its grace
Combines, a deep knowledge
Refined –
To displace.

South of Scorpius >>

 

Telescopic views
Of complex hues
Shade true –
In their characteristic,
Blue.

Corona Australis >>

 

In the depths of the dark, are secrets that lie,
A predator lurks, with an unblinking eye.
Sleekness and power, prowling so deep,
The blackness of majesty –
The nightmare of creep.

Its silent and stealthy, as it glides through the black
A symbol of grace, a blunt force, that shouts back.
It slashes and cuts, through the darkness, with might,
Instilling it’s awe –
A magnificent sight.

In stature and legend, is whispered with dread,
Its danger and wisdom, in a meaning not spread.
A vision of nature, shaped hard by design,
A marvel to history –
It’s both feared and sublime.

King of Aethiopia >>

 

Are we driven
To be a god
The play the tempter
To bend the odd?

Are we captured
Are we trod
Are we real
Or a forced facade?

Serpens >>

 

Before the break of swirling storm
Brighting, terror, the screams of warm
Arches staining the broken sky
The subtle, non-asked, that questions why

In air thats fills with wings for flight
Shrilling, bands of loud delight
Comes foreboding, a sorrows cry
Demanding, a will, to non-comply.

Hat tip: “Before the Breath of Storm” – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

Jupiter >>

 

Ejected hard materials
Explodes –
Its true remains

As random dust etherials
Demands –
It’s earned domain.

Cassiopeia >>

 

Pervasive flow
From a waving ripple
Marks the region
Of a wavelength trickle

Reveals its wrath –
In a rhythmic sickle.

Hind’s Variable Nebula >>

 

Recaptured, electrons
Hypothecated, forays
Reimagined, rejoinders
From a definitional, display.

No fire.. >>

 

Darkening nights around me
Where chill of winter blows
A cold of quick surrounds me
Impeding the thought to go

Its creeping mental picture
Lies bare beneath the snow
A brewing storm descending
That opens – my void below.

Hat tip: Emily Brontë, Spellbound

Protostar Ced 110 IRS 4 >>

 

Seven sisters, in the sky
Shining bright, for all to spy
A cluster of, stars so fair
Guiding visions, everywhere.

In ancient times, they were a guide
For sailor, soldier, and and those who bide
Their light in winter, shining clear
A beacon of hope, drawing near.

So let us look, up to the sky
And see the Seven, Sisters rise
A reminder of, the beauty there
The infinite expanse, place we share.

Hat tip: ChatGPT – OpenAI

Messier 45 >>