We are the star makers.
Yet, who are we to create the stars?
They flicker and dance in the night,
destructions force,
powerful heat,
penetrating and overcoming the darkness;
Omnipotently
consuming all.
breaking the darkness of the night
with brilliant sequins
no longer really there.
The stars,
seemingly endless,
but most are already illusion,
Perception of the infinite unknown.
Immortal numbers of provinces
this mortal planet has never dreamed of.
Opportunities of life,
technology,
and beauty
only in imagination,
Which is why I love them so much.
Other minds, perceptions, religions,
perhaps the truth.
Giant stars,
and tracking of lights
to the long-since past,
but still alive in my eyes.
Doug's beloved ocean,
as endless as the universe.
The depths are inspiring,
and swimming is flying.
Powerful as fire
And just as beautiful.
Rain,
just saying it brings a smile.
Rolling down
soaking the body,
A sweet moment of life,
especially if shared
Feeling the kiss of the sky on your soul,
feeling its power,
yet gentleness.
Wind, earth's touch on your skin.
Play-fighting with the earth,
pushing you back
And walking foreword,
blocking the challenging wind.
Other times, loving,
a breeze to cool you,
redden your cheeks,
and to blow your hair playfully.
Storms,
a dance of energy.
Large drums make your insides tremble
with exhilaration and excitement,
power.
The light dances too fast in the sky,
Simply a mesmerizing magnificence.
Music,
one of the best inventions,
or is it instinct?
Birds make music,
the rain,
the fire,
the sea,
all natural musicians.
From voice
to instruments
to nature.
Human emotion filling your heart
to the point of breaking.
A painting,
a jumbled mess of good and bad,
Colors mixed,
emotions changing.
The candles blown out one by one,
The scent thickens,
flickers to a spiked,
colorful flame.
A pool of liquid beneath
as the smoke swirls upward to the stars.
The wick an acute glowing orange,
A last attempt to clasp onto life.
My breath whispering toward it
and grasping it
for a moment
Before diminishing the beauty
called life.
The Candle of Life
