Hope through a Telescope
A formation of blue stars, replace a moonless sky.
Celestial co-ordinates navigate,
through mythic constellations.
Embraced within the spiral arms of her Galaxy,
free from Earths chains and imprisoned sea.
Through the luminous arc of Andromeda’s eyes
Seeing all that I am, as a trillion burning stars,
whisper all that I could be.
Reborn in collision, released from the rocks of barren lands.
Free falling through dark winding dust lanes.
Echoes fracture into mosaic clouds,
as if symphonies of stars were composed.
Where gentle elliptical melodies, carry cosmic sounds.
My view disconnects from eyepiece.
Ocean, land and skyline surround me,
dark matter’s astral wires no longer bind me.
There is I feel, hope through a telescope.