Obsolete Wings

Vintage Words


Old wings take a year, at least,

to molt. Verses, born on distant stars

made of fire and molten time, spit

out radiation and come comet-tail like

to create uulating Northern illumination.


Tides are little ripples in the fabric

of all things known and when they touch

other tides they strum. Every-way change; 

forces in alterations against waves 

of resistance from uncounted

immeasurabe distances.


What is a year in terms of forever? How

small a distance is a decade compared

to eternity? Time was made on earth to

count the rotations of orbs against

boundless voids.


But for that and all, a year is long

enough to jot down a lyric or rhyme

based on non-terrestrial spaces

where ice-ringed moons or wandering

comets roam in a time frame

against a time line of their own










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S'been A While

since I star-traveled. :)


Lady A


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So very humbled by such an

So very humbled by such an intelligible grace, this man is.

As I cup handfuls of stardust in my noctivagant processions,

a handful is blown back to their place of origin,

gifted of a breath which has scented the essence of a chosen soul.

I blow into them, whilst they dance and careen about,

to a timeless residence

one of which will be marveled of

for all deep eyes to enjoy

as a heavenly body brightens itself

welcoming back its particles,

enriched of a spirits glimmering free will.







"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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Etched In Night Skies

Thank you, sir. I love walking among the stars with you. Star strolling - be well and hugz ~allets~

Lady A