By: Lloyd Michael Lohr and
M.S. Raper
I sit alone upon an
asteroid and ponder the many days events,
my drill is silent,
for the silver ore can wait,
I long for a gentle
breeze and the greens fields of Earth,
but all I see are
the pinpoint sparkles of distant, ancient light,
a multitude of solar
cardinal points before me pointing the way to the unknown,
And
they remind me that I am so far from my home,
Out
there somewhere,
another star is born,
another particle of
frozen matter is deposited on a barren world by the
solar wind,
Out
there somewhere,
another life form
crawls from the primordial slime,
and begins to speak
the sounds of social discourse,
Out
there somewhere,
the truth lurks in
the ethereal deserts of dark matter,
growing cold from
the lack of remembrance,
Out there somewhere,
a thousand eclipses
dance behind an endless penumbra of stardust,
and their shadows
form little Mandelbrot patterns in my dreams,
Out
there somewhere,
another entity,
not unlike myself,
ponders the secrets
of the distant stars.
The
Red Shift Mistress
By:
Lloyd Michael Lohr
I walked the realm
of stars before the First Ones came,
the opener of the
ancient ways,
some say,
the devourer of worlds
in shaded memories of times long passing,
but neither Andromeda
nor Milky Way,
nor deity nor human
dare whisper my name,
the
angels and demons of certain fate,
have made their pilgrimage,
beyond the rim of
the galaxy as the epic begins again,
for only I remember
Ereshkigal's Riddle,
and in this knowledge
Tammuz still knows fear,
as the processional
wheel turns ever onward,
in
dominion's wake I am the subtle touch of a black-boned
god,
upon your shoulder,
when all is said and
done and I return on the pendulum's downward spiral,
can you guess my name?
I'll
give you a clue,
A chance to decipher
the key to ancient mysteries,
I am the ancient sovereign
of inner space, the redshift mistress,
The acolyte of dark
stars bespeaks of me in wonderment and praise,
Oh, can you guess
my name?
As I stand at the
threshold of the event horizon smiling.
Moon
Bones
By:
Lloyd Michael Lohr
I stop to ponder those
most ancient days, those times long ago passing,
and marvel at their
great accomplishments,
when men orbited Earth
and first walked upon the once barren moon,
I
gaze at the symbols of ideology left behind by the first
ones,
those relics held
in stasis at our interplanetary museum,
bones of a long past
cultures remind us of more complicated times,
of stars and stripes
and sickles and hammers,
of bronze plaques
declaring good will toward humanity,
What
would their reaction be to learn that we live here in
autonomous
harmony,
parted from the shores
of their far removed time,
it makes me wonder
what they would say,
what they would do,
if they could see
our gleaming lunar cities,
only the first of
many collective accomplishments of tribal man in solar
space,
as the blue and clouded
image of the distant earth,
reflects upon our
domed and mirrored sky.
A
lunar colony they would have thought not possible, in
their day,
surely you jest, they
would have said as they played frisbee in the moondust,
Yet
this dream has indeed transpired.
for I walk amongst
earth-cast shadows and through my bedroom window,
I watch little moon
devils swirl about cajoled by the solar winds.
Much
progress we have gained, yet there is so much more to
accomplish,
as we continue to
reach further out into the realm of endless night,
And leave more bones
in our passing.
