the colours of stars when they are dying
are surely recorded now somewhere
in astronomical images stored
and archived for astronomers to share
but in my mind I see them falling
from earthly skies into otherwheres
in lemon fizz
or a pink and green so rarely seen
and violet in the last phases
and cinder scarred oh where they are
and heartfelt, fading in the maze,
the maze of all the Ages
I feel them rise again and fail
in scattered sequins and unveiled
and on a summer sky like chalk
turn pale
still try to shine and sadly falter
collapsing or relapsing into beauty
shimmering in a trail
wounded and wearied.
for all all such
energy is love
and Light, the most of all.
mary angela douglas 6 february 2023
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