The birth of stars is ours
As is their end, in imploding
Echoing nothing
The expanses of forever are ours
Beyond the places where scientists dream
And the places children visit in their voyages
Of unending creation
The frontiers of always belong to us
We know ‘I will always love you’
‘I will always miss you’
‘I will always…’
Through the magic of language
Of imagination
Of shared humanity and hope
We can be parts of minds that were extinguished
Centuries before we had being
We can create and l...
Published on December 10, 2015 06:58