The Hunter of Sights

His palms were salty and his eyes was curious

As he strained his eyes to observe the sky.

For it was the wonder that made him furious,

Forever and ever, the question - “Why?”

 

This sparkling abyss of gases and light

Caused havoc in his world of all-knowing fashion.

And he tried and tried with all his might

To out-wit the sky with an undying passion.

 

But then one twilight of an emerging night,

As the blanket of black velvet crept,

The vessel of the moon chugged onward to sight,

While most of us laid and silently slept.

 

But then more silence broke into the night,

And one by one the stars appeared.

And there he stood - the hunter of sights,

With the golden compass as his spear.

 

He saw the breaking of a beautiful red,

Then a marvelous yellow like a hidden flower.

This comet was gorgeous - that would be said,

His eyes grew wide at the heavenly power.

 

Then devoured a beauty as sharp as Excalibur.

 

The heavens had opened to a passing traveler.

 

 

Reviews

[Lena M. P.]

Sounds like an artist trying hard to capture natures brilliance and frustrated that he can't compete. I loved how the night crept upon him, each stage just a bit more majestic than the last. You painted a vivid picture for your readers. Well done.

[Adrian K. Smith]

Frustration and elation, as that which once eluded him is now shown fully to him. It has been well beyond forever since I looked through a telescope to the Heavens, but I can remember that I lacked the patience - would have succumb to the frustration and missed on the elation.

Excalibur, though? Is it a blade that makes you think of sharp? Or was it a name to go with traveler?