I have touched
On the very matter of shining rocks
Tiny clocks that tell
The time that will rewind
Melting back to the perfect chime
When your hands crowned
That hidden humble part of me
Struck one and three
Set in upon me
A gathering of echos
Untold perceptions
Singing southward
Ringing black holes
Antennae’s love
Upwards and down
Walking on pendulums
Swinging back and forth in
Sounds of tremendous peace
Splinters of wood
Built in the shape of a
Space travelling bridge
Bowing out firing like cannons
Beyond the clouds
Two planets glowing
In the sky
Returning you to me
Even the wind
Wants to admit it
Though the letters
That we wrote were all
Incinerated deep within
The ashes of our mattress
Around our ozone’s
How could our auras
Ever forget
© GÄ
Poétique 