Sunday, May 22, 2005

Creation

I stand at the edge
of the universe,
laughing.
I scatter stardust
in the deep dark space.

I watch…
It spins and dances.
Fires leap, exploding.
Heavens reverberate
to the sound of creation.

Time spirals,
wrapping space,
devouring stardust.
Inexorably
spiraling into infinity.

Déjà vu…
I smile.
I touch SpaceTime
ever so gently.
And the stardust dances again.