589. The Lightness of Stars

I oft’ dream of three stars united:

A pyramid-cluster,…far away,…

Sparkling and swirling light projected,

In aged-realms which sway,…

My soul to tears.

Such beauty,…it can not be explained,

With words of practical human minds.

The feeling of awe, deeply engrained,…

On the soul, which pines,…

To return home.

Yes, some things, they are not logical,

For we are made of both man and soul.

Man seeks to eat ’til listless and full.

Soul seeks to be whole,…

And connected.

Those galactic stars,…they speak to me,

In a language beyond form or view,

And my soul answers with silent glee.

I am bright and new!

For I am free!

I am free!

K. Aldaya, 9/4/22

Picture: By Jared Evans on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/Wwg1TzCuV9E

362. That Is Where I’ll Be

If you can not find me. I’ll tell you where I’ll be…

–My heart belongs to the ocean.

My arms belong to the skies.

My soul belongs to the mountains,

My breath forever flies,

Upon the drifting winds,

Of Earth’s loving embrace;

And sings to me a lullaby,

As meteors give chase…

Seeking that which only those,

Born of earth, may find:

A home within the woodlands,

And a peacefulness of mind;

Where mother sings us to sleep,

Beneath the vast beyond,

And tucks us in with billowed clouds,

And a heart profoundly fond.

My heart belongs to the ocean.

My feet belong to the breeze.

My soul belongs to the mountains,

My home’s among the trees.–

That is where you’ll find me…

…That is where I’ll be.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/16

Picture: http://www.wall321.com/Nature/Forests/water_outer_space_trees_dark_night_stars_forest_darker_than_black_anime_shooting_star_lakes_reflecti_1031

334. Night Dreams

The foggy night is cool and glistens,

With the rains of yesterday,

And I find myself saddened again,

By the loneliness of it’s gray.

Yet, I know this is my hour of choice.

The peaceful and tranquil hour,

When most humans are found fast asleep,

And I feel most safe within my tower…

To look out into the universe,

And wish upon a star or moon,

For their beauty to become an eternal song,

So I may forever hum out their tune.

I long to stay and sing out,

Into the silence of eternity;

Though it makes me sad to be alone,

It’s far better with no company.

The stars will hear and twinkle bright,

And the moon will brightly beam.

No matter how dark and lonely the night,

It still can feel like a dream.

I’ve yet to meet one human being,

Who cares to hear my song or voice;

Instead my voice is ripped from me,

And the soul is left no choice…

It runs away and hides behind,

Cordialities and facades.

The body lingers devoid of life,

At the edge of gambled-odds.

There is no dream unbroken by,

The realities of humankind.

Will we ever be safe in each other’s arms,

Or truly understand another’s mind?

Until that day or maybe never,

I will hope and dream at night.

Alone I will sing to the distant moon,

And when tears fall they’ll express the flight,

Of my soul into the skies.

K. Aldaya, 2/25/16

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.playbuzz.com/shira10/22-unbelievable-facts-about-the-human-body-that-will-blow-your-mind

314. The Sorceress

They say she is a Goddess,

And that the Gods she hears,

Though if you were to ask her,

She’d say, “Listen with your ears”.

The Earth is full of Spirits,

And their voices echo.

If you’re still and silent,

You may learn to hear, and know;

That there is life around you,

In every flower and tree.

In every bird soaring the skies.

In every buzzing bee.

She prophesies true beauty,

In the songs she sings each day,

To the universes’ melody,

Which holds her in its’ sway.

They say she is a Sorceress,

Whose voice divines the fates,

Though if you were to ask her,

She’d say she,”Simply narrates”.

For the story is being told,

In all of creation,

And if you were to listen,

You’d see all things have relation.

They say she is an enchantress,

Whose incantations hex,

Though if you’d only listen,

You’d hear the Analects:

Of nature and existence,

Of beautiful complexities;

Revelations and connections,

Which sing upon the breeze.

K. Aldaya, 7/30/15

Picture: Photo for Anna Sui Collection for O’Neill; https://instagram.com/p/1bMmWgJTaP/

302. Gothic

The beauty of the universe,

Is truly a sight to behold.

There is joy to be found in many places,

And if I could be so bold…

I’d say: Beauty has many faces.

Even in the darkest of nights,

When shadows traverse the planet,

The universe is seen more dazzling and pure;

And all the stars which span it,

Only the darkness can confer.

True beauty is not found skin-deep.

Things which on the surface may seem,

Dark and depressing or freakish and bizarre,

May be just the things which beam,

And bare the most enchanting star.

You shouldn’t reject out of hand,

The beauty which lies in the dark.

You may find you’ve missed, what in life, is most grand:

Something which shines in the dark!

You may miss a new stars’ first spark.

K. Aldaya, 4/26/15

Picture: Interpretation of Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night by Alex Ruiz; http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/starry-night-alex-ruiz.jpg