Virginity of purpose

There is a shadow

SPLASHING

upon the canvas of night

rippling and echoing

and talking to the stars

and tasting their light

and thinking,

“How delicious it all is.”

This splash of cosmos

this dark swallow

imbibes all that is

for all that is, is all that can be

and all that can be

is singular in its virginity of purpose

and this dark swallow is thinking,

” … if only it could taste me.”

The mind is a funny thing

just as the universe is a funny thing

and this SPLASHING shadow

exists in us all and everything

simply because of the slow drip of time

from when the first light

cast the first shadow

and from when they both thought the same thought

and that thought was

“Love!”

Now isn’t that a lovely thought …