50 Word Stories: journey beyond the stars

Trapped in dying dormant bodies, with even the silence of space eluding us; to souls who mattered, the voyage beyond the stars could not have been more perfect. In truth too perfect for reality to condone, but for those on the journey what unfolded was truly the stuff of dreams!

our search for more

atoms full of space –
no wonder hearts feel empty
minds crave for substance

across empty space

Since when did darkness swear to forgive the soul?
No, you’re mistaken, not in this life was set, this goal.
For darkness cares not for light of day,
Does not wish to see our souls at play.
Born before the tick of time.
To it brightness and colour are but a crime.
Never did it wish to see the light of day.
Caring not what light would say.
Seeing colours adorn the earth and sky,
Darkness you will hear with thunder cry.
Only when in gloom our head do rest,
And with darkness dwell at his bequest.
That we see his mirthful smile
Seeking to our soul, beguile.
Be not content to listen to his idle words,
Or he will bind you to his mindless herds.
Darkness is ever mournful of the silent lost,
Dreams and schemes of bringing back the frost.
Watching light across the fabric of space expand,
Its endless colours and growth he seeks to ban.
Only wishing utter darkness to grace his face,
That’s why with light he seeks to race.
With determination and patience, light he will resist,
As he knows well that even light cannot persist.
But don’t lose heart with what I say,
Remember time will do its best to bar his way-
Leaving more than enough time for us to play.

J M Lysun

Technology and men

If technology will grow to save mankind,
I wonder what we will have to leave behind?
Will our soul continue to exist,
or will it be lost in this technological mist?
With our limbs evolved
and our handy problems solved;
What else can we expect,
on what wonders will we reflect?
We can already see in the dark,
maybe next, we’ll have wings and fly faster than a lark?
Maybe the galaxy we can even explore,
as science learns to open the door?
To space and beyond, we may begin to race
on other worlds we’ll place a human face.
So many changes are coming our way,
keeping us busy and shortening our day.
I wonder if these things that we make,
when they learn not to break,
will they seek to displace us,
or even replace us?
What ever is our fate
I hope it’s not too late.
That even if they out pace us,
they will care enough to leave some space,
for the human race.

 

J M Lysun

The Universe that speaks to me

To the stars I look for inspiration,
drawn by the deepness of never ending lights,
that sparkle against the dark aether of space.

It is hard to believe that so much could begin
from a bang; a spark of light bursting to be seen,
born out of chaos, yet fusing to produce such majesty.

Matter drawn to matter, dust to dust, fused by the forces that emerged
at the beginning and will be there at the end.

Isn’t it wonderful to know that the same forces that governed the birth of,
the Moons
the Planets.
the Stars,
the Galaxies,
and many more marvels than can be written, play a part in our very being?

That we share atoms with the very things that we revere.

Just as we define their beauty and spectacle in words,
they too speak of beauty by defining our very essence.

Confined by their aura we must dance to a rhythm
that they dictate.

So sublime and timed to perfection.
So universal that we find it mirrored,
and reflected in every aspect of our existence.

A beauty beyond words that speak of more than can ever be imagined.
It speaks of a geometry that we have yet to see or understand.

Balanced on the fine needle of creation,
all that is, exists in synchronicity,
not one grain out of place,
not one ray of light wasted.

All is there because they were meant to be,
an endless sea of colours,
and possibilities.

No greater beauty can an artist paint,
no greater wonders can we imagine,
or, can we conceive than what is strewn across this universe.

So much to marvel.
So much to experience.

But as much as we seek to unravel its mystery,
it’s totality will lie beyond our reach and understanding,
and will remain so till the end of time.

As it should be.

 

 

J M Lysun