Lightyear MAG

March 1, 2014
By eawunder BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
eawunder BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.


The crackling comes first.
millions of tiny explosions,
slipping
and building onto one another,
dressing the clouded air
with unseen movement;
depth.
Then, the sparks,
sputtering.
Slowly at first, and then all at once.
Fusing themselves into the heavens.
Forging a pathway for wandering souls,
lost.
Licks of flame rising up,
up into a
dusky grey horizon.
Hesitant to arouse the languid slumber,
a cadmium globe,
totters across its
streaming canvas.
Illuminating what was once obscure.
It travels, but never strays.
remaining eternally unmoved,
lifeless.
Crumbling with each breezy gust.
Exploding silently
within itself.
Leaving only a faint
crackling.


The author's comments:
What would it be like to be a star, traveling endlessly through time and space, leaving a trail of light in your wake? Having no duties, no expectations except providing a pinprick of beauty in the midst of an ominous darkness. What would it be like to be free?

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