Cosmic Memories

He remembered very well the difference in the taste of purple
and green raindrops on Zaathura;
rushing inside slippery caves to hide from probing solar fingers
before they singed their bones to ashes;
or flying in style on plexi-crystal ships to listen to orchestras
of multi-coloured meteor showers.
Also, watching the slow, pulsating birth of the Bandaran Galaxy,
While toying with Mira’s hair, curled up at his side.

He longed to listen to Mira’s high tones
ululating, spiralling through wormholes,
sending a warning of a giant asteroid strike
to her home planet of Dostaran,
where he’d tasted the best clam-fish,
heated in the steam of natural geysers.

Even staying hypnotized by space-sirens’
supra quantic songs was better than being
so immobile, so constrained
in a stony body on this accursed planet.
If he’d known his quartz-like molecules
would be converted to limestone
so suddenly, he’d never have landed here,
or heeded their signal for help.

Twisting Cosmic Memories