Atop the snow’s dappled sunspots I sleigh
solar flare speeds me downhill
I’ve a tail of ice, steam, mist
and blinding white light
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: stars
How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold
I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons
More real than the lights
of jet planes
These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall
Up, so I float
without need to ever
look down
© Chagall 2014
Catch a falling star
stow it in that special creel
the one you have to keep
your celestial things
careful now
they burn
utmost care
wouldn’t hurt
to preserve
the finer points
of fallen bodies
drops of water
from a magic wand
release holy
star-steam
the vapors soothe
deep breaths
bring the heavens inside
change you
cause you to rise
and swell
magnificent
so that those around
will make a wish on you
if you’re the first
they see tonight
Someday you’ll fall
burn the lights
descend in graceful arc
it’s the fate we suffer
us celestial things
© Chagall, 2013
Reentry – the friction so great,
I am super-heated,
lit like a trillion suns.
I incinerate so quickly,
the event precedes itself in time.
The pain of total evaporation
cannot be explained;
regrettably, there is no way
to sustain the experience,
endure its full magnitude.
Not of this multiverse,
I stretch eternal, orders of magnitude larger,
while stranded stars bead
about the hips of the Mother.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Platinum light,
hurtles through the ancient bristlecone pines,
an iris there at the crowning,
an earthbound star, misted in droplets.
The whispers of the gods
bellow the flame at the core of the foundry.
Saints huddle there in the clearing,
stare blind into the aperture,
immersed in the source of divinity,
spirited away by hemoglobin.
The light instantly incinerates mortal infiltrators,
safeguards the ranks,
to assure only the holiest walk among us.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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