The Eye Of The Needle
(The Watcher At The Window)
The stars glowed strangely bright in a clear, black sky; their soft touch turning to cosmic fire, the Star-born of Europa a ghostly trace gazing remotely into the night; the silence of eternity echoing off rare and segregated structures, night darkened and towering into the galactic moon-rise.
Fascinated the “Observer” watched avidly through the “window of the universe” – the rift in time and space that had appeared inexplicably on the tail of the meteorite aftermath on that cool winter’s night… Defying all natural laws it hovered gently before the watchful eyes of the Observer, stretching the full length of the laboratory and set against the backdrop of the slowly turning satellite receivers monitoring the night sky; veiled in dark shadows, playing steadily amongst the emissions of a hazy, glowing spring moon…
Soundless void, the voice of eternity dancing in the eyes of the universal Ice-wolves of Europa. Echoing separation of endless night sky calls. Resonances of eternal silence blending with the haunting night, the incomprehensibility of a star-filled void shrouding the alien structure – “the Eye of the Needle.”
Motionless in the arching structure that was the interplanetary gateway – the Eye of the Needle…untouchable… Enigmatic moon-wolf, daughter of the Europan Star Streams caught in thrall to the infinite and devastating loneliness of frozen ice cavern, looking out across acidic seas under the skies of another world.
Sequestered in the murmuring extra-terrestrial solar winds; her only whispering companion on a deadly world of isolated beauty. Rainbow rings slanting across startlingly bright moon, catching a mesmerising, multiplexed dreamscape; another-worldly dimensional-diffusion of light-induced mysteries in the genesis of worlds. The nemesis of space.
Astral-lunar wolf shivering in countless galactic mysteries, indistinct now as she regarded the startling acid seas, distant eyes lost in faraway fantasies, dreaming in the other worldly touch of outlandish lapping oceans glittering in bright astral-beams, reflecting off the golden waters of a world at the end of time. The first quarter moon a cool shimmering globe, still as a space-stone from a distant and unfamiliar world. Locked in the crystallised ice-rock dreams, she gazed out at airless, quarantined moons from the gulf of a thousand worlds.
For a moment it seemed that the interstellar Ice-wolf now walking in direct line towards the Observer turned startling azure eyes, burning fiercely with the power of the stars, directly upon her enthralled viewer; surely seeing the “Watcher at the Window” as certainly as she herself was seen. Drawing a sharp breath, hardly daring to release a further one, the Observer froze, captured by the absolute, undeniable alienness that infiltrated so completely the astral eyes of the Star Born of Europa, before remembering they were separated by the boundaries of time and space…
Solar winds shivering through silky strands slanting stealthily across the still, outlandish brilliance of acrid, acid seas, carrying on intergalactic winds the state song of the universe; sliding unseen through the timeless structure that was the Eye of the Needle at the end of the universe – an astronomical mirror of cosmic space under the unfathomable night sky of an exotic, stellar world.
Achingly lonely and compellingly beautiful, poised aloofly before the acidic seas of another world, she was growing faint now and hazy, even to the watchful scrutiny of her observer, drawn inexorably back into the misty timeline-dimensions from whence she had appeared, azure eyes glowing with the wisdom of the universe and the ancient heartache of a cosmic eternity. Otherworldly lunar light slid silently as a star wolf navigating the paths of the celestial moon tracks, boundless tears in a soundless pool of acid seas. Rainbowed riches that alternatively danced and shattered to the heart bleed of the universe. Universal star song. The dance music of the stars.
“If we could look into each other’s hearts, and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance and care.” – Marvin J Ashton
(“The Eye of the Needle” – © Europa’s Icewolf 2014)