Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.

Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.

Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.

Starlight fell to Earth
melting into the grass.
It contemplated, burned
starfire light manifesting flowers.

Turned in it’s sleep
dark cosmic dreaming.
Brought to birth
as the seasons turned,
brief Summer flying

It unfurled,
starshine dying
into pearl,
as  the dog days burned

Many points of light
shine through blue streaks of hoarfrost —
One star leads the way

so, if you happen to pass by,
be not an aurora but a meteorite.
crash gates and leave a mark,
meet me at a crater in my heart.

my bright burning star,
tell me about your journey,
where you travel high and far
to come to me again like Halley's.

i will watch you do wonders,
for my love do not tire.
even if the world is in reverse,
noir or iridescent, you love i.

I come from the dust,
once a part of a star,
A spark in the infinite,
a whisper from afar.

Each little piece,
scattered, set free,
Aiding the birth
of what’s yet to be.

From the fire of the cosmos,
to the earth's gentle fold,
I carry the stories
the universe told.

Now, as I breathe,
as I dream, as I grow,
I weave the great tapestry
in the threads that I sew.

A fragment of stardust,
yet whole in my place,
I am both the fleeting
and eternal embrace.

they keep the night up
the light glowing in the dark
its like sadness souls
up and about
over the moon they reach far to the back of the line
not everytime
such beauty they hold
fulfilling
peaceful and quiet
behold

No more shall I seek to linger on the silken loop of stars,
Nor will I play at dice in the moonlit, burning woods.
"Let it remain unsung"—the cuckoo’s sweet and lilting refrain;
Lend me but a fleeting shadow to soothe my weary soul.

At dawn’s tender crack, I will wander to the edge of the fading night,
Where the first light spills gently through its shimmering seam.
And though the day may falter, and twilight weep its soft return,
Grant me but a shade beneath the mole of your verdant grove.

Stars upon which I gaze from here on Earth,
Each one special, formed in space in its "solar birth."
When I look up to find my "special star,"
In one swift scan, I see you shining so bright, yet so far.
It's hard to find you sometimes with other stars shooting by so fast.
If I could just grab you and keep you, my "special star" in a jar so you could last.
Oh, if I could just hold you right here in this jar made of glass...
I can never touch you by hand, as you're a giant ball of gas.
But if I were to keep you sitting high on a mantle,
My "special star" would be like a trophy in a fine case, only for my hands to handle.
My "special star" is a treasure, so
If you take it from me and then let it go,
My heart would shatter like glass,
My heart would disappear like vapor,
If my "special star" is taken from me, then my constellation would not be complete.
My constellation wouldn't home my "special star" that completes the entirety of me.

Leanne 11/15/24 updated 12/3/24