Were All The Stars To Die
Byron Bay
panoramic nothingness
atop a hill
beside a lighthouse
on Byron Bay
the waves crash
all around
lick the saltiness off your lips
inhale the winds that assault your face
dream
atop a hill
of a sky that blankets
your being
diamonds in the sky
twinkling trickery romancing the mind
burying me under
its endless, divine
my hands appear
as the lighthouse sweeps dutifully
across the studded sky
I grasp at the moment
A jewel of a moment
a mere mortal
atop a hill
on Byron Bay
Lying on car, atop a hill with the lighthouse on Byron Bay is an exhilarating experience day or night. But the night is especially magical. The memory of the experience staring into the vast stellar display haunts me... If you stare into the sky long enough, it will come falling down on you and envelopes you, totally. Excellent optical illusion that gave me pleasurable goosebumps. (Wld greatly appreciate if someone explain why/how this optical effect occurs)
What if all the stars were to disappear? I certainly hope that would not happen in my lifetime. The 'ex' was but one star, albiet one bright shining star. But the winds will blow and the clouds will reveal nestlings of petite lumiere that capture the night.
I will leave you with the words of Auden. I remain an idealist and a romantic
The More Loving One
W. H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
posted by sudahSayang @ 1:39 am
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Stars.
A million billion miles away. So far, unreachable.
Don't we love and desire that what we can't obtain? As soon as we grasp it, it loses it's charm and beauty - the heart is on a quest for that which it cannot have - "Many people find it very hard to appreciate a certain closedness in marriage and do not know how to create the boundaries that allow intimacy to become an always new and surprising discovery of each other..." - Reaching Out by Henri Nouwen (Late Catholic Priest and Writer and Professor at Harvard University).
Stars, so unreachable that even the eyes can't hold them. And when you gaze at them, they will gladly start dancing for you, coming somewhat closer, filling the void of the eternity that exist between you.
Your eyes loses everything it used to hold on to, to lose themselves only those twinkling little beauties. Dream and reality become one.
(exact explanation: with nothing "near" to focus on, the eyes loses grip on the notion of "distance". Distance is optically judged by the eyes by the angle substanded by focussing on an object - for the same reason, when you put your finger at 3 cm in front of your eyes, everything else behind is blur. And when you focus on the wall behind, with your finger still in front of your face, the wall materialises, and your finger is blurred. That is how the brain "calculate" distance - a learning process that babies have to go through, learning to reach to their favourite toys in front of them and grasp them with their hands.
But Stars are more elusive. Being at an optically infinite distance away, the eyes receive their light from parallel beams that travel for millions and millions of light years from their source. And if you lie down, and gaze at the stars, gazing at their glorious past, with nothing "near" to focus on (echo), the brain start playing tricks. Because the brain can focus and unfocus, and the stars would still be there, perfectly far away. And since the brain has a "callibration" of distance from it's focussing, like someone playing trombone, or violin, knows which sound is going to come out by sliding their fingers to the correct position, the brain "thinks" that the start is here.... now it's there... now it's here again...
And so do they come, falling down on you..)
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