Creator / imaginer: Dabbler in art, literature and sound.
She came to me through starlight,
Through immaculate dancing violet light,
I still see her eyes when I close mine,
I feel the warmth of her embrace,
Her heart is a great constellation of stars,
Her lifeforce shines across the galaxy,
Tonight, I will close my eyes and dream,
Of my beautiful Andromeda.
Illuminated by distant starfields,
Our minds may be terrestially imprisoned,
But we are built for infinite possibilities,
We are the timeless,
Those born of stardust,
We are the cosmos.
Vibrating ship engines hum gently,
Sleek panels, white and shimmering,
Reflecting bright starfield bursts,
Silently slipping through an interstellar expanse,
Internally cool, all occupants are draped in white,
Large bay windows framed by great white rooms,
Where the last remnants of mankind gaze out,
Into endless black sparkling emptiness,
Wondering where they will arrive next,
This sanitised environment, clean and carefree,
Is home, the earth is but a distant memory.
A blue cubed dream cell vibrates with a deep resonating hum,
It contains nothing but an elderly man with long white hair and blue robes,
The dream cells translucent walls glow and dim in time with the hum,
The occupant slowly and continuously paces the perimeter of the room,
The bright cube is surrounded by a beautiful deep space panorama,
The dream cell rotates, powered by the occupant’s relentless trek,
With the Earth far in the distance, the rotating cell outwardly shines,
From the surface of that planet, the cube itself appears as a distant star.
Eyes closed, my stretched form has become at one with the couch,
Keyboards pan and echo, blending with a deep drone,
Visiting from 1979, the guitar of Steve Hillage floats through time and space,
In the darkness, the sound of shapes form, morph, and drift away,
Rainbow Dome Musick gives every colour a soundtrack,
The pitch rises and the four ever rainbow meets its crescendo,
The drone lowers, the keys swell, and new sonic doorways are unlocked,
43 minutes and 49 seconds have passed since it feels like I’ve taken a breath,
The rainbow’s drone fades out into an echo, and I’m left in silence,
I am at peace; my mind feels like it has been through a Garden of Paradise,
Cleansed, pure, and ready for sleep.
Existing in a brilliant white light, orbiting at perihelion, bathing in the warmth of the sun’s glow,
Basking in pure bliss, this should last forever, however, the mind drifts into deep space,
Thoughts fire like lightning bolts, sparking imagination, and conjuring forgotten memory,
Doubt appears through tainted thoughts, and erodes the perfect white edges of the mind,
The memory fragments, thoughts float away, and the last bright white vision fades to black,
Unseen hands pull from deep space, the mind drifts away, far from the sun, and into aphelion,
Icy darkness freezes thought, and the only light left is a glimmer of stars through icy shards.
This poem was the foundation for my ambient electronic album Aphelion, which is part two of my Interstellar trilogy of albums. I released all three albums in 2023, you can listen to the album in full on Youtube and it is also available on all music platforms.
For Reference: Aphelion, in astronomy, is the point in the orbit of a planet, comet, or other body most distant from the Sun.
Dan Verkys 