Europa's Epiphany

The Tower in my dream appears daunting--- foreboding.

Cold obliques walls cajole with whispers in foreign tongues.

They secretly whisper. . .

Through the windows, small alien worlds blink, shine and elude complete comprehension.

A quick frenzied flash halts my eye.

Jewel-toned colored planets strobe, meld, and pulse.

Each pulse quickens the Tower's life force.

Secrets are divulged and unveiled but impregnable.

Tower. Warrior.

The Dark Star laughs.

Christine Ritz