Lone

Galaxy Garden

A man is a lone island

 silenced of those souls around him

 acquainted by the bearing of his roots

 True

 crystals of radiant light burst out of very few

 But only those whom you will decide to pursue.

And it was upon this very island that the man found himself drifting ashore. Out of the purple waters of descending blue airs, his heir, the name of the One Spiraling Star, he laid there. On the sand he was parallel to the humming ocean, yearning for droplets that shatter into folding ripples. Crystallized into the deeper spaces of the ocean's membrane, he felt petrified by the vying eye of God's Galaxy. His own eyes bore blistering darkness, colors of which where released upwards into the atmosphere where immense pylons bore the fruit of his mothers essence. And there they stood as if sustaining the sky itself amidst the pressures that filled the heavens and the bountiful sky.

He opened his eyes but he could not see, he closed them and there he was, undoubtedly free.

 Free to express natures gift in instances where no witness could dismiss his geyser of impudence in their fidgeting ignorance.

 A mist fell on this small, lost island. Sparks zapped through the water filled air, traveling to he laying there on the sand. It cocooned his soft skin ever so gently with their teething energies combined, and took him sky high across the fluorescent clouds. He yelped in the primal state that he was born in and grasped at heights he'd never known, hoping to latch on to something... just...something. But it was nothing you see, and he fell down through the perpetuating mists into purple waters. 

And there he was under waters finely formed dove of fluidity. He widened his arms and clapped, sending a tidal wave through the ocean, breaking focus of all those living underwater. He stood there under the foamy gaze of displaced light and felt the oncoming wave as it returned to him. He saw before him dark figures come into light as they zipped past him just like the energy that he'd released... racing all around him... titanic sharks and crimson wings, diamond heads and coral kings, Viney peasants and fluttering things, particle specks and filthy fins. Their force pushed him aback, into the grasp of unending coral reefs. And it was there where he heard the soft spiraling whispers of his aquatic One Lone Star. Far.. under the darkening mar of a celestial heart.

He opened his eyes to be relieved that he was still sitting on sand. Behind him he saw trees as they expanded themselves through calculated knowledge of their unfailing arms. And in the darkness of the night, in the sighing of the sky, there was peace... found up high, up high... in God's Golden Sky.