Cosmos

Show me the ways of the Milky way the cuddling stars aglow in white laughter meant to born and fade away to the ripened friction between their scars. Bring me the quasars and meteors and thousand celestials of thriving faiths so I can hold them strong, and hold them in the cusp of life and death. Will you journey with me to that stretch of space where the sky never defines its changing shade Ascend to the stars to know their longing? what dreams they dreamt of the Pacific blue? as folks of deep slept in the Ocean bed. For in the cradle of existence they outlast, what their longing gives before mountains rise up in the winds and blow like the tender fluttering leaves. I know the thoughts that fly my mind dazzle, and vanish into oblivion I plead, the Cosmos is No freaking event, nor chance begotten Father and Son Nor can i loosen Orion's belt or hold Andromeda in my palms these word of flame the blaze of mine will set them free from their bonds the invocation of peace in the ever growing calm from dire expressions bleed back into form And I, The holy ghost of space wandering, dreaming in the darkness white never wanting to descend the world beneath reasons until I find you by my side...