Stars
Ekphrastic after Louis Cole, Photographer/ Film Maker
By Mehran Rahman
The ever glowing night sky teases him with its soft, vibrant luminescence.
It appears still and finite, but holds countless clues and mystery.
He paints his imagination onto the blended canvas,
Desperately attempting to fathom the power the stars hold.
The plane sits perched on the runway, ready to explore the night sky above.
The nebula continues to entice the man and his machine.
The galaxy’s glimmering specs wink at the pilot.
He imagines what it would be like to be amongst such magnificent Giants.
Ones that shine so bright, we can see them from miles and miles away.
He reaches out his arm, stretching what he can stretch,
As he attempts to grasp a glimpse of our future.
“Will the stars speak to us?”
“Will we listen?”
He continues to question the cosmos above, interrogating each and every glowing corner.
Glancing back at the runway in the sky, he says,
“It’s time to take flight.”
Finally, off he flies into the ominous, black sky,
Never looking back at his forgotten home.
He shoots for the moon only to land amongst the stars,
Shining bright from so very far away.
It appears still and finite, but holds countless clues and mystery.
He paints his imagination onto the blended canvas,
Desperately attempting to fathom the power the stars hold.
The plane sits perched on the runway, ready to explore the night sky above.
The nebula continues to entice the man and his machine.
The galaxy’s glimmering specs wink at the pilot.
He imagines what it would be like to be amongst such magnificent Giants.
Ones that shine so bright, we can see them from miles and miles away.
He reaches out his arm, stretching what he can stretch,
As he attempts to grasp a glimpse of our future.
“Will the stars speak to us?”
“Will we listen?”
He continues to question the cosmos above, interrogating each and every glowing corner.
Glancing back at the runway in the sky, he says,
“It’s time to take flight.”
Finally, off he flies into the ominous, black sky,
Never looking back at his forgotten home.
He shoots for the moon only to land amongst the stars,
Shining bright from so very far away.
Mehran’s life is like a rocket ascending into the sky. When he was a kid, he never really worried about the future. He just knew that everything would be okay. Up until the age of 14, Mehran was a free-spirited child. He used to roam the vast Hahamonga watershed park after school. When he reached high school, however, the walks in the park turned into the walks in the library. His classes got more difficult and that daunting SAT got closer and closer. He had more responsibility. Now, he is grown up, no longer the little child frolicking in the park after school. Nevertheless, that little kid still exists, waiting to come out and play once again. Mehran’s writing is best described as a circus. It's exciting and upbeat, also lacking structure and reason. However, he prefers it that way. Mehran believes that his writing allows the little kid inside of him to come out and play once more.