Squalls on Distant Seas
You spin against opaque and barren skies, An ancient god now floating in the deep; Your secrets hidden from our prying eyes, An azure giant
Space
A Distant Dawn
The empty cupboards of our Universe Are filled with neutral cobwebs of potential; All of them waiting for an opportunity To blaze into life and
The Skies Perpetually Revolve in Vain
Out amongst the dense, and yet seemingly empty fabric of space the Plasma starts to accrue, piercing through distant lands and unseen skies. Building
Echoes in the Dunes
From nothing came a burst of blinding light, With waves that trickled out to every shore; For eons, they were hidden out of sight, Just
In Search of New Life
Far into space, amongst the darkest Sea New planets sit like marbles in a row. We turn our eyes to find out what might be
Solar Stranding
The waves assault an unfamiliar shore, As bodies writhe beneath the azure sheet; And astral squalls prepare their tools of war. Cascading whitecaps far
A Fake Diamond in the Sky
Your pockmarked face conceals a hidden truth, Guarding your age like some resentful crone And leading us astray with dreams of youth. A replica of
The Leap Second
Time is reality – A reality that we have broken down And subjugated by splitting it into fractions That match the constructs Of our lives
We Are All Made of Stars
13.8 billion years ago the universe EXPLODED into life Cutting through space time like a celestial knife Through butter and Bringing with it every permutation
Plains of Paradise
The echoes of your past vibrate through space, And secrets lie beneath your broken skin; The cracks and rimless craters on your face, Reveal to