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just a sliver of silver the orb's bright edge peeking out behind a dull gray silhouette falling to the horizon in line with L. A.'s flight path the darkness came early tonight will the stars come out in the moonlessness? once laid my back in pitch black on the sand at the Salton Sea sky gazing excitment stole my sleep as eye witnessed the galaxy is it an illusion like water in the desert or are the stars so numerous they appear milky? I look for him in winter three close stars in a straight line Orion watches over scorpions and dogs I follow the Big Dipper pointing to the North Star sky's center the mother of all constellations they encircle her each telling her their stories in turn the Ancients looked up and listened transcribing what they thought they heard now-a-days with science preferred to mythology and exact measurements to imagination the stars twinkle silently mocking us in mute mystery and unshared secrets gaze upward in wonder of the tales they hold paying homage to their beauty and tranquility listen carefully and patiently for their whispers you may still hear a story or two as they teach us to dream
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Reaching Upward
just a sliver of silver the orb's bright edge peeking out behind a dull gray silhouette falling to the horizon in line with L. A.'s flight path the darkness came early tonight will the stars come out in the moonlessness? once laid my back in pitch black on the sand at the Salton Sea sky gazing excitment stole my sleep as eye witnessed the galaxy is it an illusion like water in the desert or are the stars so numerous they appear milky? I look for him in winter three close stars in a straight line Orion watches over scorpions and dogs I follow the Big Dipper pointing to the North Star sky's center the mother of all constellations they encircle her each telling her their stories in turn the Ancients looked up and listened transcribing what they thought they heard now-a-days with science preferred to mythology and exact measurements to imagination the stars twinkle silently mocking us in mute mystery and unshared secrets gaze upward in wonder of the tales they hold paying homage to their beauty and tranquility listen carefully and patiently for their whispers you may still hear a story or two as they teach us to dream
© November 26, 2011
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del-maximo
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
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