Dreams Depend
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Dreams Depend
I walk among the stars
in deep space protected
by her love.
Each tiny dot
a moment shared in time
around which whole worlds spin
and life blossoms.
She is the sun
to countless worlds
both primitive and evolved.
She is the giver of life
with radiance unmatched and unbounded -
golden rays cast down and
reflected in the eyes of the oceans
and skies which long for her touch.
Her warmth is felt in presence
both emotional and physical.
It is emotion turned physical
by charm and elegance
which stops the breath of
landbound creatures gasping
for air and forgetting to inhale.
She is the goddess Aphrodite
from which all splendor stems.
A mere touch of her sensual
hand turns a barren patch
of earth to a garden paradise.
A flower of unspeakable beauty -
a likeness of her.
Unselfish, she gives to the world
herself - a botanical garden of
sights and smells unparalleled
in the universe.
And what greater
gift to a barren world -
gray and colorless?
Now it is time for me to rest.
My journey has taken me
to the end of the visible
universe and shown me
wonders unimaginable.
Supernovas of brilliance
whose light outshines all else;
and shooting stars upon which
dreams depend.
Galaxies, newly formed and perfect;
and black holes dark and foreboding.
Among all of this wonder lies one
constant - one immortal being
for and by whom the cosmos are bound.
That one immutable force is she -
who wraps me in comfort
and warms my soul.
I have seen only
a brief fraction of
what she has to offer -
but that is more than most
and enough for anyone. My life
is complete. And should
I pass from this world to the
next - I go willingly -
knowing that for
one brief and precious moment -
I was held
in her embrace.
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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.