the light there flickers
with the myriad burning colors that have quietly crossed
twelve billion light years from the very edge of space …

the gold in your blood was made in a thousand exploded suns
and the wind in your soft hair from the movements of the moon …

the very atoms of you still reverberate with the echoes of the music
that started everything in motion at the very beginning
when the holy dream of angels moved
over the firmaments of waters …

in your eyes and behind your eyes
into the fragrant depths beyond all of this mundane world
i see the background roar of subdued lights
from the first ancient moment
and behind the eyes of your eyes
soft and wise
i see
the indelible outline of Her hand
reaching and touching and invoking
that first rolling roar of light …

my words are too small
and time too short
before protons themselves must fail
and light itself tire of its infinite journey
for me to count the ways …

i was there with you when the waters sang and parted
countless worlds were made
flowers grasses and trees
breathed
and we tore galaxies from our pockets to fill the heavens …

today where else could i stand and find any meaning
but in your arms
in the center of the silence
bathed by the falling music of a spinning universe
almost too beautiful for me to breathe …

and together we shall be there
hand in hand
when the sacred dream of the heavens of worlds spread before us
melts back into the waters
joyfully
oh so joyfully
done …

/e