The Dream of Galaxies

John Lyons

 

The radiant star hovers in the Deep,

singing endless praise.

She finally chokes.

The raging firestorms of passion

begin to fade--

 

She knows her time is nigh.

 

She heaves a sigh

that would shake mountains

and raise any dead man

from his eternal slumber.

Her anxious outer layers of light

flee into the darkness

like a woman in labor,

gasping her last,

giving way to new life,

seeking hope.

In this way, the glorious celestial being

sacrifices herself to the Undying Light.

 

Her core,

Her very soul

wails,

straining to break free of gravity,

but the chains are tightly bound.

The darkness underneath every layer of beauty

greedily feasts upon her luminescence.

Her Dark Master claims victory,

consuming every spark,

born to strike new life into the Deep.

 

‘Tis the wheel of the world

for day to kneel before night,

Our broken reflections call us to account--

a whisper at first,

a shriek at the end,

swallowed by silence.