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All my dreams rise on thermals
Unhindered in the waning sun
Seeking a fresh perch for the night.
Its beauty keeps them aloft
Silver beams streak like towers of pure light
Reflected and filtered by the moon.
They lay down tracks to usher in
Milky Way and her sister Andromeda,
Their diamond gowns shimmering as life itself.
I enter the forest at night
Search for a glade and rest
My tools I lay on the ground
Worlds apart, alive with sound
Hours I pass listening to songs
Played out infinitely
My eyes adjust to the dark
Set my sight, enlist my mark
Barrel and scope point assurance
Ranging through the moonlight
My target comes into view
Minutes down, seconds ensue
Accommodation of fresh eyes
Clearly see through the night
I set my finger in place
Press down, capture time and space
I tried in that moment to
Energize my weariness.
He told me I am empty.
I replied, “To my core.”
He mentioned neutrinos.
Particles so tiny they must be imagined.
“I’m imagining nothing,” I mentioned,
My casual tone belying my formal attire.
(Did I mention I was tired?)
He knew the math got lost
In this circuitous mind I carry.
I looked blankly as his lips dried.
They moved so quickly in the chorus of conversation.
He tried to illustrate the atom
By conducting his arm out across the city.
“They pass right through you,” he smiled
Triumphantly at this revelation.
I stood holding my caviar hor d’oevres and
Surreptitiously set the cracker on a stone railing.
Urgent tugs across my shoulder and
Elbow followed smiles and pulled me along in his draft.
Politely (perhaps), I stopped short within our space.
“I am a positron and you an electron,” I released my grim assessment.
He looked into my eyes as his smile waned, but not completely.
And nodded in recognition, understanding me for the first time.
As he moved away, I stood among the oeuvre of colors
Watched the elegant scene as one atom passed another.
Each smiled and frowned in their turn, yet interceded
This emptiness I am and with acuity I was filled.
Chill passes through the earth
In that moment where the sun
Escapes behind the horizon,
A thrill of anticipation
That starlight brings
When earth’s denizens
Find the oases of quiet darkness
And gaze upon the glory of the sky.
The soft trill of rustling leaves
Or grassy stems bristling in the night
Echo, in their way, the starsong,
Quietly rumbling across space and time,
Speaking a sublime language meant
For ears attuned and listening
With hearts willing to hear
The message hidden among its static notes.
Love is wonder
Intrinsic and powerful
Mysterious in its most
The light inside the shade
I am under
Love hides in secret
Likes seeds planted
In the desert, waiting
For drought’s end
Rain’s nourishing shower
Brings an infinite, colorful palette
Love never leaves us
Lying in our graves
Content for dust to settle
And dim the glory of our lives
Lived under the shade
Before the light luminous
Love lives in thunder
And the cricket’s chirp
Amidst the patter of soft rain
Soaking through soil to thirsty roots
While clouds part like theater curtains
Unveiling the scope of the Master’s love
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