Stellar Snow
Beneath pristine packs of southern snow Echoes of a violent past lay scattered; Lost amongst the landscape like fragments Of half-remembered, ancient dreams, These imprints
Stars
The Dance of the Dung Beetle
A sharp aroma seeps across the sky, You scurry to its source; Working quickly to carefully craft A sustaining sphere of pungent spice. With cargo
A River of Stars
A dynasty of diamonds in the sky, You stretch beyond the hemispheres of sight Scattering stardust like lavish silt as Unseen tidal forces conspire to
Stellar Nurseries
Within the cradle of a burning core, You wither down and find yourself well worn; As untold pressures crush and shape and bore, Your substance
Ghostly Galaxies
When looking out into the starry night The blackness that we see is just a mask; This shrouded veil conceals our darkest light, And
New Life in Hostile Winds
Cast out by winds too fierce to call a home, You sail on seas unbearable to roam; The fury of this interstellar gale Ensured an
An Interstellar Climate
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
Is This the End?
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
A Distant Dawn
The empty cupboards of our Universe Are filled with neutral cobwebs of potential; All of them waiting for an opportunity To blaze into life and
In Search of New Life
Far into space, amongst the darkest Sea New planets sit like marbles in a row. We turn our eyes to find out what might be