Stub my toe
On her stump of coal
Aesthetics still in bloom
Wrought and ****
The old man's heart
Rewind, reload, resume

Distant and removed
Like the dark of moon
Yet her presence  
Never fades
In a parallel universe
Where paradise
Is given birth
To her rays
Lights and waves

The cycle stalls
As we search for a cause
Yet her's is the shadows of night
Although existential mysteries
May never be solved
Her dream
Is a quickening light...