Here are two samples from my long narrative Majestic Dark. Learn how the night sky blesses us with meaning, and how we give meaning to it. Our worth will endure, and this narrative explains how.
CANTO II
I spoke to the earthen vibe who enveloped my reverent soul, for in my trance, the muses danced along this star-baked knoll, so to the crest, I followed whim and looked on stars above to ask this mind, eons-contrived, about this sky I love.
She turned her head from the red sunset into the darkest blue and blew away the clouds of gray that leave the morning dew and lifted up the cold night's sky from eastern hiding place and humbly – silent – opened-out into the sky's embrace.
And, having borne the crafting years and knitted this old shrine of memory and life and love, calamity and time, a countenance of humankind she wore before my eyes and speaking to me anciently, a Storyteller she devised.
She bore him from a grave deprived of emblem, stone, or name. she said that all who ride upon her stone, beneath her rain receive the same old, weathered tombs, "...for they belong to me," and color landed on his cheeks – his white beard blowing free.
With seeing-face that knew the secret puzzles of my wonder, and knowing just the awestruck spell to render my soul under, his eyes turned dark and next reflected swirling fires – dancing, but not before us; rather from prehistory – advancing.
His gaze he held just long enough to know he'd earned my mind and slowly turned his face above, with all the night entwined. He then drew his first breath since the long grave held its sway. Spellbound now, I watched and listened what he'd returned to say.
Before he spoke I felt the turning earth beneath my feet, and nature circled all around to gather and entreat. His woven tales strove forth from old stones to timber fells; with narrowed squint and grin, at last, a story he would tell:"
"Despite the fire and long life blazing over cold stone the stage is hazing to obscure the sky of its radiant glory; but beyond that veil, an amazing story!"
"His arm swept swiftly above his head from east to distant lands, for just as haze had filled the sky he quickly passed his hand, and all the haze withdrew above our heads to my delight, for in that moment he revealed the ancient tome of night."
"Ascribed above, our stories too
of heroes, horrors, and threads of truth!
All history beams upon the dark brew
and writes in starlight before you.
Of rivers and monsters they do tell
of those who rose, and those who fell
of triumph, defeat, of life and death knell
and of all that springs from the magical well"
NOCTURNAL BLESSINGS
Here on your head a golden ray will bring
the touch of life that wills the world to sing,
and while you sleep, may dancing visions seem
to kindle your own magic when you dream;
so give this sweet refrain when you lay down
to rest, for all who grace this world around
who were at once upon a mighty age
or will become while you become the sage:
"Now as you rest, the stars will ply
their ancient emblems to the sky.
Though weary head and eyes may fade,
their beacons glow on this evening glade.
That your dreams be sown until the dawn,
awake to find your world redrawn!
May the sunlight reach you through the haze,
so those wondrous dreams bless all your days.
Now as we rest our heads, we say;
"Think neither of tomorrow, nor yesterday.
As all the land drifts nigh away,
may all the delights of dreamland play.""
MORE COMING SOON!