The night was a quiet,
vast, velvet canvas.
I stood beneath it,
and saw a shooting star –
an angel of unwavering hope
blazing across the dark
like a skipping stone
on the surface of a pond,
as divine grace danced upon it.
Suddenly, all the stars came alive.
Not with a whisper,
but a silent, glorious roar.
They burst in celestial fireworks,
brilliant in sapphire and silver.
I was in awe,
and a little terrified
by this glorious wonder.
It was beautiful and unsettling;
I didn’t know whether to behold it or be afraid.
My hands rose up
to shield my eyes,
and I felt small
in the face of this grand spectacle.
When I opened them again,
the night sky was a living thing.
The stars were dancing,
growing closer to the earth,
to me,
in a precise, rhythmic pattern.
It was a choir of stars,
a celestial symphony
I could only see,
but could not hear its song.
Beautiful.
Beauty recognized is beauty shared. Thanks for seeing it!
What an awesome sight to witness. I would love to have seen this myself. The night sky is a source of fascination for me. Celestial fireworks indeed. Spectacular imagery. Enjoyed very much Romaj.
Chris
Thanks so much, Chris! I’m glad you enjoyed the imagery. The poem was my attempt to capture that exact mix of awe and wonder the night sky inspires. It was actually based on a recurring dream I have. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.
Everyone should witness a shooting star in their lifetime. As the Northern Lights, it makes human kind feel so small, but within the heart, an explosion.
Thank you for this beautiful observation. You’ve captured the exact feeling I was trying to express. That sense of feeling so small in the face of the universe, but at the same time, experiencing a powerful explosion within the heart. I love your comparison to the Northern Lights. I’m glad the poem resonated with you.
Viewing the Northern Lights are akin to sitting in the electric chair and feeling your ancestors tuning into the most extraordinary orchestra. Other worldly.
Wow, what an incredible description – “ancestors tuning into the most extraordinary orchestra” gave me chills.
I’ve never seen the Northern Lights myself, but it’s a dream of mine. Your words make me want to see them even more! Thank you
An electric green meteor coming your way.
Haha, I’ll keep my eyes open! That would make quite the sequel to this poem. Thank you
Beautifully penned, Roma. Breathtaking imagery and amazing wordplay my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite! Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian, Thank you for the warm welcome. I appreciate you too, my friend.