Illuminator

amidst passing clouds, gleaming

Silent Crusader

Its quite the beautiful night.  Not a cloud in the sky nor a jealous moon to ruin it all.  Just me and the stars.  I hear some instrumental intimacy.  A look at you from below.  Above and beyond past the end of thoughts.  You simply look back and smile with your resonating light.  You fire my wonder, and you play your cosmic song to me.  Because I am also a star in your sky.

There was no kind mechanics to it. No kind of matrix.  It was strange indeed, strange to see what made it live.  It had awareness it seem to be afraid of me yet fascinated.  It was also curious and wanted to know more about I. It did not have any pulse waves.  Instead it seem to be made of some sort of soft texture.  It was by far more advance than any of us. Yet it was frail. So easily breakable.   The thought processor was located in the head of the being.  It survived in conjunction with a beating pump near its chest plate.  Many other aspects had to be working within this lifeform for it to survive.

On evening moon high..
I see the songs and their sounds..
Endless colors and lighters unbound..
Flames of feelers and emotions sigh..

If ever and whenever..
You become a part of the music..
The concert or symphony is unbound and majestic..
Something that paints your soul in the color of forever..

I leave home with new scars..
Memory scars of endless songs in my head..
This live show could have risen the dead..
The endless lighter flames look like stars..