Poem: "Stellar Spectres"
This poem was inspired by prompts from stryck and rix_scaedu. It was sponsored by rix_scaedu. "Stellar Spectres" is a science myth, presented as a sonnet: a blend of known science, primal concepts, and a dash of storytelling. We are all made of star stuff, and this is how it goes...
Stellar Spectres
-- a sonnet
They dream through countless years, and dance their dreams
Across the halls of heaven's endless night.
They pour their splendor forth in waves of light
To spend themselves in great and shining streams.
What hopes and wishes stars may hold, it seems,
Are not such things as wealth or love or flight
But rather ends and densities so tight
They leave each nova bursting at the seams.
They fling their ashes wide, turn dreams to dust,
And scatter through the galaxy's wide girth.
In time, dust settles down to prove its worth
In those who hold their dreams in sacred trust:
We are but stellar spectres, and this Earth
An afterlife so strange that ghosts give birth.
Stellar Spectres
-- a sonnet
They dream through countless years, and dance their dreams
Across the halls of heaven's endless night.
They pour their splendor forth in waves of light
To spend themselves in great and shining streams.
What hopes and wishes stars may hold, it seems,
Are not such things as wealth or love or flight
But rather ends and densities so tight
They leave each nova bursting at the seams.
They fling their ashes wide, turn dreams to dust,
And scatter through the galaxy's wide girth.
In time, dust settles down to prove its worth
In those who hold their dreams in sacred trust:
We are but stellar spectres, and this Earth
An afterlife so strange that ghosts give birth.