the Moon lies
in some galactic gutter
off his face on space junk
leaving all the lights on
so many colours, constellations confused
by brilliance of the luminous clutter
and you here, warm, safe, sound asleep
to the universal song and dance
of the stars going loopy
given their chance
so silent this blue turns black
nothing moves on Earth
a meteor streak
a faint schwoosh far off
dissolves into tapestry of night
Here’s white light, no heat
Heaven’s lights will shine bright tonight
In this brilliant galaxy
how will you hear
the star that calls to you?
New, she draws out light
enlivens heaven’s starred cloth
that wraps all in dreams
Clouds cleared, stars shone bright
Beneath The Plough, just to the right
Tear drop of comet
Smeared on the night
n.b. Absolutely beautiful. It is worth waiting up for comet Neowise. An omen? Whatever. It is wondrous.
Please excuse my rough star map (copyright Really Badly Drawn Star Guides inc).
I had forgotten
The magic of heaven’s lights
Dancers beyond clouds
n.b. Delighted to look up tonight and be able to see the pinpricks of stars. We have had quite a few days of cloud cover of late.
Beyond planets; stars.
Beautiful lights of heaven
What carries you on?
n.b. The space between stars is nothing but nothing. The Interstellar Medium (ISM) or Interstellar Space is a soup of gases; nothing is what it seems.
What lives between the stars?
When I look up
After the orange half-moon has crept behind the oaks
I see the un-imaginal number of stars
Come to light
And am overawed
If every star
Carries a wish
It just shows
How little we know