Fly with me now through our cosmic ocean.
Swirl among galaxies of molten suns,
imploding stars, planets with no notion
of our existence till now. “The New Ones”
they’ll call us, minds magnetized by our smiles,
bowing to our gentle hands raised in peace.
Spiral with me beyond concept of miles
through visions of light years: dreams to release
us from fears and doubt, grasp time’s connection
and more: melding of our psyches and cells
with all we call matter, soul’s reflection
beyond our universe’s center. Tell
me of your hopes for life and I’ll tell mine
as we hurl like comets toward the divine.
Roger Armbrust
October 20, 2014
