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He is a hunter

who journeyed to cross,

armed with a sword

this celestial ocean of love.

In an odyssey orbiting space

spanning lightyears

deep into the galaxy.

He navigates

on the clear night sky

pulsating with hope.

 

A voyage only to find

his happiness. A tryst

with the meteor showers

and constellations.

One sad winter solstice,

as he tried opening

the heaven’s gates.

He eclipsed by the moon.

 

Tonight, this autumn

in its equinox. The same man

keeps appearing still

on many evenings. Charting

the clear night sky, chasing

his own destiny, forever

in the afterlife marching

the procession of stars.

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There is dancing.

A night in an icy land.

They are spirits-

ancestors of high realms-

gathering, around

ceremonial sun flares.

 

Green luminous rings

of star trails,

forming foxfire

and fire dragons, whisking

into atmosphere

their celestial tails.

 

Shimmering filament-

in the vast firmament.

Iridescent signs.

Streaks of neon,

a surreal reflection

into the strange horizon.

 

I danced phenomena-

To the mystery

of the northern lights.

Warping time

Of years beyond

your polar shadow.

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I never had a dream

in black and white.

Like the moon’s

dichotomy of faces

and the ocean’s

abysmal depth.

Mine is a crisp

flapping of maple-

leaves turning fire

in the autumn sunlight.

Or a bottle-nosed dolphin

gliding in cetacean grace.

Light refracting on water

of blue and purple magic.

 

I never had a dream

in black and white.

A monotonous photograph,

of flexed sinewed arms,

simulating sand dunes

meandering in ochre charm.

Mine is a far-away galaxy

in its celestial wonder.

Wispfully bursting show

of orange, yellow and magenta.

Or a mirrorball gyrating

flickers of crystalline.

Metamorphosing reflections

of gold and silver sheen.

 

If I ever had a dream

in black and white.

I will suppress them within.

Until  this dark room becomes

one mystical secret garden.

Invisible yet seen.

Letting my pillows

constrain the brain

like an amoeba

entrenched into blood

clotting, pools of red.

And maneuver thoughts

into a kaleidoscopic

shades of the rainbow.

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