I try to show her the universe without a telescope
I take one of her hands-
This bracelet opened up is the Milky Way galaxy; these spheres of lace
woven so intricately
And the knitting needles are the star beams
The fabric of space is seamless;
Look, inside your eye is a wayfaring nebula
Far from it's home constellation
Our heartbeats are woven from the dark spaces
Between the conjugated matter,
Frozen into time and dimensions
Love is the singularity;
Home is where the heart is beating,
And light is the substance that sings
The background song of creation
And how we are covered with it, inside and out-
Take a breath, and then see
That you are moving only light-
I stop and kiss her hand
And her eyes light up with understanding.
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
I try to show her the universe without a telescope
I take one of her hands-
This bracelet opened up is the Milky Way galaxy; these spheres of lace
woven so intricately
And the knitting needles are the star beams
The fabric of space is seamless;
Look, inside your eye is a wayfaring nebula
Far from it's home constellation
Our heartbeats are woven from the dark spaces
Between the conjugated matter,
Frozen into time and dimensions
Love is the singularity;
Home is where the heart is beating,
And light is the substance that sings
The background song of creation
And how we are covered with it, inside and out-
Take a breath, and then see
That you are moving only light-
I stop and kiss her hand
And her eyes light up with understanding.
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