Constellation

Constellation. Con-Stella-Tion: to become with the stars

What are we drawing when we connect cosmic dots?

 

What did our ancestors create when they saw Andromeda and Perseus,

Cassiopia and Pegasus?

 

Stars, and the lines connecting them, produced trails,
trials of love and bondage, pinioned equine homage, tethered Vanity to her throne.

 

What do we see, when we look at clouds, and project our thoughts onto the sky

            “There a bird, there a face, and there an angel hive.”

Like wonder struck Rorschach patients?

           

In the storm of wearied hate,
In the peace between the roar,

As leaves and trees fly and fall,

While we freeze in the tempests gaze,

Awaiting the strength of hurricanes,

What do we see?

 

When life swirls fast around us,

And Calamity comes to,
And our souls brace for destruction,
At the hands of unruly Gods,
What do we see?

 

Is it epiphany,
When ions align against discord,

And pierce lines into the sky

With sun-like sound and glory?

 

In the infinite rays of the sun,
and the infinite ways they shoot,
And the light of far gone stars,

Fleeing fearsome origins,

A web of light is spun,
When a ray of, oh, so many,

Strikes a star, so far away,

That if it were sight that star might say,

“You, in the vast expanse. Another like myself.
You burn inside.

Time and space can’t hide,
That light that you release.
I feel the warmth of your ray,

Even as it dissipates through space.
I see the life in your light,
Even as time chisels it away,

Like a sculptor of cold dark dust.”

 

And what is lust, and what is love?
And when can they burst freely?

When will I feel like those lines above,
Cupids arrows painting heroes,
when they shoot from stars,

And call through darkness,
“I am here! Believe me!
I am you, and you are me!

You’ll feel it once you’re me!”
That one in infinity sense,
Of another ray, from another star,
Matching its trajectory,

In the opposite way,

After coming so far,

But feeling that epiphany,

Of light warming and brightening light,
and the knowledge of what life is

Found under a storm of lightening bright.

Author's Note

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P.S. I'm not lazy or apathetic I just haven't had internet for about a month (so, just poor).

Reviews

[Deron Anthony]

Its like a glimpse into your mind during a self conversation while day dreaming on a day off afternoon. Well said my friend.

[Epipsychologist]

I always loved the ancient star watchers, calculators, and seers.... they gave us some truth in now days, and much (even ignored) is based on it....
Your write is splendid, as I did not expected otherwise...
The main thing is in this splendid write, I feel through your words
that we are so all so all connected~ and it makes me truly smile...
What a clever one....

E.L.

[Epipsychologist]

Thanks Elisa. I always feel like the laws of physics suggests we're much more connected than we realize.