Night wind

Hubble telescope; Pillars of Creation in the  Eagle Nebula.

Hubble telescope; Pillars of Creation in the Eagle Nebula.

The celestial wind is whispering tonight,
a voyager from the beginning of time,
dusty ancient castaway breath of the stars.
Where have you been, what have you seen,
did you skirt the Pillars of Creation,
did you watch the birth of new stars,
did you teach the planets a song to sing?
The sky is your concert hall, your ballroom
Is it you that makes the heavenly lights twinkle.
There the bright pinpoints beckon, toying,
challenging creatures to ride your zephyr,
feeling the breeze of your alluvium is kindred,
and, I wonder if what you are, am I also?

What do we live

If I stepped into the void
would you follow, would you
trust what you have been told.
If tomorrow was to vanish
would you grieve the loss,
never knowing what was to be.
If as leaves leave the tree
we flutter aimlessly through time,
does chance or time guide destiny.
If all we are is eternity’s dream
does anything really matter,
when ultimately we sleep forever.

©2013, Donald Harbour

 

The promise of Gaia

I have always seen morning
as the promise of life.
A contemplative soulful moment
announcing the journey of day.
I find solace in each awakening
each subtle change it brings.
Now the chill air whispers
announcing a march of seasons.
Dew has bejeweled thirsty grass,
birds begin to arouse,
softly chirping a greeting,
a gentle breeze caresses the trees.
The dawn speaks the name of Sol
it is the given  blessing of Gaia.
This magical moment her promise,
binding of all creatures,
the earth, the air, the oceans.
With the light she strides creation,
a soft footfall upon the earth,
we become one with the cosmos,
and, the glorious spirit of existence.

©2011, Donald Harbour