You are reeling in
an unformed cord
gently tugging yourself into existence
through my longing
Like a grain of sand
in a soil bed
we cannot know
if you'll see a day of light
if you'll bloom
into a million thousand cells
like petals opening up
to a star filled sky
like a universe
which may or may not exist
in light years of time,
will it be, or matter?
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
You are reeling in
an unformed cord
gently tugging yourself into existence
through my longing
Like a grain of sand
in a soil bed
we cannot know
if you'll see a day of light
if you'll bloom
into a million thousand cells
like petals opening up
to a star filled sky
like a universe
which may or may not exist
in light years of time,
will it be, or matter?
