Her eyes shine through my darkness like galaxies, Starfields illuminating the darkest reaches of my being, Ancient constellations stitched through wounds left unnamed, Their silver language quieting the storms that I hide in my mind, In Amber’s gaze, the night bends softly toward mercy, And even the shadows seem reluctant to remain, For where her light gathers, forgotten chambers awaken, Dust-covered hopes stirring like embers beneath cold ash.
I have grown cold, hardened by loss and the ravages of time, Hued from cold black granite, weather-beaten, broken but true, A monument shaped by tempests no hand could shelter me from, Edges worn by grief, yet refusing surrender to ruin, The years have carved their silence deep into my bones, Leaving echoes where warmth once lingered unafraid, Yet beneath the stone, beneath the fractures and the frost, Some forgotten ember in me leans still toward her distant fire.
For she is with me, and I with her, eternity will have to wait, We dance together at the edge of the deep green ocean of sleep, Where dreams drift like drowned stars beneath a moonless tide, And silence folds around us like velvet curtains drawn by unseen hands, The dark no longer hollow, but rich with whispered tenderness, My bride’s breath is a lantern glowing faintly against endless dusk, As though time itself pauses to watch our fragile orbit turn, Two weathered souls suspended between ruin and becoming.
Should morning call us back with its pale and restless hands, Still I shall carry her constellations beneath my fractured ribs, A hidden firmament burning softly through granite and grief, For love, once kindled in darkness, learns the language of enduring.
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 star fields, Our minds may be terrestrially 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.
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.
