Crystal Cubes

The World is divided in halfs alike,
One is daylight, other stills night.
An amount is grounded, that's right,
While the remainders stay airtight.

So it's not hard to see them bright.
In all around you find their sights.
They stare from their skies upright.
Listen the sound, follow the light.

A million starred eyes in the night,
Watching us from their very heights.
So when we find their inner insight,
We know everything may end alright.

Spiral Dance

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Threshold

If the first thing is Darkness
- bound to the silence hence,
The second must be Lighting
- with sounds in sequence.

Something blows, even windless
- elemental clouds in aery fire.
They paint the world... blasting
- a beautiful thing to be admire.

After a rain of shining specks
- that sets the canvas bottom,
All the minor spheres they grasp
- aiming to begin their Stardom.

Gravity plays everything in place,
- small rocky and big gas giants.
Except Comets, that it can't clasp,
- far beyond their eyed sextants.