The Symphonies of Heaven

Moonlight pools in the furrowed fields. 

Each grain-topped stalk reaches up

To caress the dark sky’s face.

A hush has fallen over our common earth,

But the heavens are alive with song.

The stars pour forth melodies, harmonies,

Endless arias, spiraling refrains.

Their silver voices sing clear in the night.

Who but God has ears to listen?

Who but God and his legions of angels?

If we could hear but one chord of that song,

We would never again doubt the beauty of existence

Or the perfection of eternity to come,

Wrapped in the symphonies of heaven. 

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NPM: Constant as Galaxies

Oh if I could tether you

To me like the moon in orbit

If my gravity could draw you

Into a never-ending dance

Intoxicating and inexorable

Constant as galaxies

If our love had the lifespan of a star

Its radiance could blaze on 

For millennia

And once it had flickered out

A distant planet would still see its glow

Distant lovers would still meet under its light

Thousands of years after we had passed

NPWM Day 22: Lantern

This morning, when I went to get in my car

in the empty parking spot next to it

lay an orange paper lantern

the kind you set fire inside

and the heat billows within the tissue paper

to make it rise, glowing and magical

into the empty night sky

 

In the light of day

it lay there crumpled on its side

the breeze gently moving it

so that it looked like it was breathing

inhale, exhale

panting softly on the ground

after its one glorious flight

 

The wick inside it had burned to ash

The paper sides of the lantern

were streaked black from the flames

Its orange flanks rose and fell

like a horse ridden too hard

until its wind is broken

 

I picked it up

and set it gently to rest 

in the cool morning grass

with reverence

It deserved no less

For how many can say

that the fire inside them

burned so fiercely

that it carried them to skim the stars?

NPWM Day 6: The Planet’s Sun

The sun cannot feel its own heat

It does not know why

the planets recoil from it

and spin further and further away

Aeon by aeon, an expanding galaxy

And yet those same planets

cannot resist the sun’s pull

Its gravity draws them, holds them

in beautiful harmony

All drift slowly away

and yet remain entranced

like shy lovers in a dance

Their steps measured by a symphony of millenia

But one dancer,

the smallest and nearest planet to the sun,

cannot help but love the blazing star

and unlike all the others who stay far,

draws nearer, nearer still

Though its surface grows scorched

and cracked, and its seas

evaporated at the sun’s first kiss

it dares to approach in bliss

It knows no other desire

than to be closer

Closer

And one day, it will fall into that fiery embrace

and be consumed

And its last thought will be

not of regret

but ecstasy

NPM: Endures

I cannot stop loving the stars

Though I have never

in all my life

seen them fill the sky

They have always been

partially hidden

by smog or clouds

or city lights

But I dream of how they look

if I only had the eyes to see them

and they are glorious

swirling through the black emptiness

a sonata of energy

galaxies spinning, expanding

colors so vivid

they can’t be real

And perhaps it is the fact

that I have not seen them–

not gotten the chance to

get accustomed to the wonder–

perhaps that is why

my love for them endures