I dream of the moon
and gossamer dancers
leaping high,
circling and swaying to the music of the stars,
sounds surrounding us in space,
(space whistlers)
music of electromagnetic waves
harmonizing like weird birds
(glowing birds)
each a phoenix
rising from ash
layered with a flood of thought,
human words,
floating upwards
growing, collecting more matter,
a massive accretion disk of drifting memories
surrounding a black hole.
Perhaps,
or not,
but haven’t you wondered where they go
when they vanish?
ideas,
joys, fears–
how easy it is to glide, slide, hover, hang
like the moon
a sliver of thought grows full
in time
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
