First Light Machine

The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.

A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.

At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true, repertoire.

LBN 86 >>

 

In the beginning
It was at the true end
A nothingness meaning
Just hiding its bend

In the just now
We see – what we send
As the forces of time
Pretend to defend.

MACS0416 >>

 

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 >>

 

Ejected hard materials
Explodes –
Its true remains

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

Cassiopeia >>

 

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 >>

 

Crossing our constants
And the transforming
Of sky

Whispers its wisdom –
As a solution
To why.

The Seduction of Leda >>

 

Under the glow
Of violet night
The nightmare flow
Of a violent smite

The burning of
A distant fray
Where ancient night
Is now born, today.

IC 1275 >>