Stellar Harlequin

The night closed about me as a Stygian cloak embracing me in its starry veil. Very fabric held the mysteries of the universe and heralded them about my head as a hood enveloping eternity!

There, in its galactic praise, stood nebulas, quasars and deep realms of space that birthed stars and planets as a nursery holds the infants of youth. It was a place that marked the beginning and the end. All that was filled within was the elements of mystery.

Time danced upon this shroud as an elusive wraith that traveled with the light that was here one moment and gone the next. And it taunted me with a past unretreavable and a future not yet promised. It danced in the moment and faded with the elegance of a pirouette. About it was the raiment of light that spoke with brilliance into the eyes limited pupil and told the mind of things not yet designed.

This was the life and effigy of space. It was the headstone of the end that called out to the past to close with it shut tight as iron doors! What would follow? Was there a beginning to follow the end? Was there nothing or was nothing the illusion?

The Stygian cloak closed at my front. The hood grew forward and closed with its own end. I am no more. I am the pause that gave you thought.