LAND OF SHADOWS

Turn in the darkness, there's nobody there.
Footsteps end at the top of the stair.

Land of Shadows haunts your soul.
Whispers call you and then they go.

Visions appear with faces stark,
Then disappear into the dark.

An icy finger touches your mind
With cries of an eerie, unearthly kind.

It will not end, there's no escape,
As your heart cries out in a frenzied state!

A vortex of evil draws you in
and chills your life with primordial sin.

Eternal horror drowns the sun-
In the Land of Shadows, there's no where to run!

Demons choke you of your last breath
And you walk in the shadows to your death.

GALACTIC SERENADER

Galactic Serenader,
Sing your songs of joy to the universe.
Let silvery notes flow into mellow words.

You mezmerize us with electronic sounds
Humming through the cosmos with endless bounds.

Galactic Serenader,
The universe is your instrument to sing your songs.
Futuristic tones vibrate through alien throngs.

Souls are touched by a swift adagio,
As your music colors us with a cosmic glow.

Galactic Serenader,
We're transported to places of mauve-colored light
Through a helix of stars in the black of the night.

With harmonic chords, through a sea colored golden
You thrum out sounds from rock that is molten.

Galactic Serenader,
A fiery sun overflows the stage.
Your songs echo sounds of a future age.

The cosmos is your audience, you give us your soul,
For music communicates where words cannot go.

ELECTRIC SKY

Red flashes dance in an orchid sky--
A fanfare telling the sun good bye.

Electric colors seem to drench the earth--
A final forte at evening's birth

Quietly--the evening in purple and gray
Drives the electric sky away.

A symphony of colors blaze out of sight
Welcoming the silent, darkening night.

Are you on the moon?

What can I do, so you know I love you?
Do I have to fall down, drown?
……Are you on the moon?!

Are your eyes on the stars; your heart promised?
You need to know, I love you.
……Are you on the moon?!

I have reached for you a thousand ways.
Won’t you feel my love?
……Are you on the moon?!

Hold on-----You believe it? You have loved me ?
You’re right here beside me.
You said, you are not on the moon, the moon is for lovers, like you and me!

SATURN'S RINGS

The rocky rings that surround
Saturn’s floating sphere
Will always man astound
On our small planet here.

We know so little about
The content of these rings,
Are they, gas, ice or rock,
Metal or other things?


The sun, whose prism light
Is cast upon the rings
Presents an eerie sigh
Visions of our dreams.

Man has, through the ages,
Viewed them mysteriously.
Studied and contemplated
And wondered quite seriously

What has caused these formations
In the quiet black of space
Among other creations
In this desolate, soundless place?

ODE TO THE COSMOS

The Cosmos is a collection of magnificent sights,
Of burning suns, like campfire lights.

Nebulae stretch into a spider web cloud
Of incandescent dust, scattering out..

The sedulous planets cast a silvery glow
From light reflecting from pole to pole.

Against the dark void, stars flicker and burn
As nearby planets forever turn.

Comets of colored gas blaze a spectacular trail
Past solar systems and stars they sail.

The galaxies__foggy, whirling spirals of light,
Like a milky helix of thriving life.

Radio waves broadcast a magnetic song
Emptying into space, then forever gone.

White dwarfs and red giants populate the night
Bursting super novas…………..a recycling of life.

To the Cosmos, with jubilant exultation
Where “Life” is an eternal celebration.

AFTERMATH

America, America”…………………………….
Gone are your “amber waves of grain”
For now those “beautiful, spacious skies”
Give us radioactive rain.

Those “purple mountain majesties”…………….
Are blown to dust again.
No more “fruited plains” for now
“Life” is deadly dust in the wind.

“America, America”…………………………..
What will become of you?
The nuclear war of yesterday
Destroyed all, but a few.

“America, America”………………………..
We survivors are a small lot.
YES, MAN CAN SURVIVE A NUCLEAR WAR,
But my question is:
FOR WHAT?

The Last Day

Enraptured by the veiling fog
Walking on this cosmic bog,
Amethyst clouds enshroud my vision_
Ahead I see a slight division
Of coral land that rises high,
Into the glowing orchid sky.

It’s so pleasant being here,
No smog, no crime, no hate, no fear.

Drifting softly lavender clouds
That linger so close to the ground.
This place is like a Shangri La.
It’s beauty leave me quite in awe.

But soon our mother ship arrives
To take us back…..back in time,
To old earth as it was before
It had it’s last and final war.

We were sent here long ago,
By a time-machine, you know.
It brought us safe and quickly to
This sphere of lavender and blue.

To keep us safe from earth’s demise,
Sometimes I wonder if it is wise
To return “home” after so many years,
I guess we have the same old fears.

Earth won’t be the same to us
Because when we return, I trust
It will be before we were born
On some sunny, cheerful morn.

When earth was calm and bright and new.

As I stroll across my misty world
For the last time, my mind unfurled,
Absorbing every sound and smell
Upon this planet on which I dwell.

So that my memory will hold
All these things my heart enfolds
When I return to planet earth
And gaze across it’s width and girth

I’ll remember……….
THE LAST DAY

The Telescope

I built this telescope with dreams.
Through the lens I can see the future.
The mirror holds reflections of man’s conquests.
The length of the tube is the endlessness of space…
The total sum of which is the destiny of man.

THE ASTRONOMER

I climb the mountain in the amber dusk
The evening lights winking on in the city below.
With telescope in hand, I know that I must
Reach the summit to “see the show”…….
The stars create a perilous dance
Whirling forever in their heavenly flight.
Through my telescope I hope to see, per chance
A fiery, blazing meteorite,
A planet glimmering a faint golden glow,
Alpha Centauri or M23.
Are there beings on these celestial globes?
My wondering mind is longing to see,
But, I think what I keep questioning most is…
…………are they looking back at me?

SOLITUDE

Emerald waves crash onto the shore,
Chanting it’s melody forevermore.

A solitary song, with no one to hear,
No crowds to enjoy, it , or to cheer.

The ocean has a rhythm all it’s own,
With seagulls crying in an endless moan.

Only someone who has sat alone to listen
To pounding waves and sea spray glisten

Can understand it’s eerie, endless sound
A message of sadness, when no one’s around

TURNSTILES

The beckoning light of the far-off suns
That populates the darkness around us, run
Together in a map of endless time,
Inviting us on a space-ward climb

The stars are like turnstiles, a gateway to answers
A realization of who we are- transfers
Us to unknown worlds in the depths of our minds,
Imaginings of planets and creatures of all kinds.

We dream these things, for our destiny must be
These pinprick lights in the darkest sea.
The stars are forever calling us home
As we enter the turnstiles to the future they unfold.

QUESTION......

Eternally peering at the crystal twinklings of space,
Wondering, questioning of what they are made.

Burning suns shedding their light for millions of light years, forever.
Someday to burn up , to explode into a super nova.

The dimmer planets reflect light from the bright stars, that are suns.
Our small planet is but a minute speck, a pin prick on black.

We ponder, as we look out into space and see these celestial bodies:
Are there beings living on them, do that breath a gas different from ours?

Are they humanoid, android, monstrous or rock? What is their culture, their history?

Sometimes it startles me to think,
Are they peering back at…………………………………….at us?

HEY, I'M A ROAD MAP

There once was an alien from Flatern,
Whose skin had a peculiar pattern.
He fell off a cliff,
Which wasn’t too swift
Now he’s used for a road map to Saturn!

STARS

(Galileo's telescope)
Galileo was the first to see the stars
At closer range than other men, thus far

Through a long black tube with grounded lens
And mirrors reflecting from within.

Those small serene, blinking specks of light,
Endlessly lighting up the night,

Have enchanted man’s humble imagination
And have long been a source of fascination.

We wonder just what it would be like
To fly away some secret night

And have a close-up view of these beckoning fires,
To answer questions that our heart desires.

But for now, we can only gaze,
Through polished glass and nighttime haze.

TOO LATE

It is my inference
From past experience
The in my posthumous state,
I’ll still be late