As the lunar expanse
Of these multiverses
Bleeds into the coming
Of a new dawn
And as I never
Speak too long

The poetic depths
Of my expression
Cannot be contained
Not in mere words
That pop in my brain
Nor images of letters
Expanding the lines
Protruding the pages
In whimpers and whines

The span of my creation
Most grossly defines
The music and laughter
Echoing through good
And hard times
Perhaps then
Our poetic hearts
Shall be aligned...