“The Future Began Here,” ESO/B. Tafreshi [CC BY 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0)] via Wikipedia Commons: “This week’s picture was taken by ESO Photo Ambassador Babak Tafreshi at ESO’s La Silla Observatory. The bright lane of the Milky Way can be seen streaking across the skies above the Chilean Atacama Desert, beneath which sits the New Technology Telescope (NTT), one of the ten active telescopes located at the observatory. La Silla is the oldest observation site used by ESO. . .”
The moon hums, and the stars sing
and the souls go a-wandering,
to dance in a shimmering ring.
There is no past, no care what future brings
as they float and whirl and swing–
while the moon hums, and the stars sing,
the owls hoot along, then they take wing,
and the trees remember—everything–
as the souls go a-wandering.
Perhaps I dream? Time circles, springs
when souls fly high in gossamer strings,
to dance in shimmering rings.
Off prompt today for NaPoWriMo. I just couldn’t face sad, and the first two lines came to me at the gym. (Don’t ignore the muse!) This is a cascade poem. I wrote of a cascade, but I didn’t actually write a cascade poem for Amaya’s prompt the other day on dVerse, so I’m doing this one for Open Link night.