I dream of the moon
and gossamer dancers
circling and swaying to the music of the stars,
sounds surrounding us in space,
music of electromagnetic waves
harmonizing like weird birds
each a phoenix
rising from ash
layered with a flood of thought,
growing, collecting more matter,
a massive accretion disk of drifting memories
surrounding a black hole.
but haven’t you wondered where they go
when they vanish?
how easy it is to glide, slide, hover, hang
like the moon
a sliver of thought grows full
humming and full of energy
released into space
I’m fascinated by space sounds. You can read about and hear the electromagnetic waves here.
I was also influenced by the moon and accretion after reading Robert Okaji’s marvelous “Letter from Austin.”
I used Secret Keeper’s Words here, but substituted “massive” for huge.
The prompt words were : Easy/Flood/Thought/Fear/Huge