What if I
were to send you my deepest inclinations
on a wave of light
across
the expanse of the universe
that
would not reach you for 500 million years...
Would I still do so
knowing
that
I will not be around to witness your smile
when
you hear my innermost intimations for you?
Would
I sing you my heart song
knowing
that in space all is silent
and the
melody will be lost in eternities travels
seminal disseminations
of
promulgations
that
command creation
wrapped
up in a chalice of pure consciousness
which
are free to disclose secrets that no one will ever hear
But I
can never quite catch up with my self
unable
to get my mind around obstinate paradoxes
or the
thought that we may have to be nothing more
than
a pair of parallel lines that can never meet
Those
parts of me that were created before time
drift
into galaxies beyond the senses
An infinitesimal
modicum settles
on a
speck of dust on a distant star
and we
are somehow,
inextricably entwined
inextricably entwined
Vibrationally
attuned
spookily



