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 >>

 

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.. >>

 

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 >>

 

Firm in its grasp
The monster rages, again
Lurking inside
The formless darkness, within.

It’s never quite silent,
And never quite sound,
It’s always just lurking
To drag us right down.

It’s just so overwhelming
As we can barely breathe,
Fighting for nothing,
With no possible reprieve.

So the monster, its got us
We are deep, in its clutch
We try, to break free
But are locked, by its touch.

Hat Tip: “The Monster Inside” by Sarah Langton

IC 1396>>

 

Roar & shake –
Fires in the air
Angry clouds so deep

Meek, in its perilous path
Keeping course –
In the valley of unique.

The perilous path given –
In colored rivers of sky
Broken cliffs and springing streaks

Onto the bleached, sprayed relief
Where raging visions –
Peak.

Hat tip: “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” – William Blake

Pillars of Creation >>