In the beginning was her heaven and his earth
and before he could traverse their void
and illumine her deep
his love scattered across the face of her waters
and she said, "Turn on the lights!"
(please and thank you)
and there was light
and they saw they had both laid in the darkness
they slept with the absence of light
and learned the void was not a good bedfellow
that darkness always rolled away and stole their comfort
when they travelled on cosmic adventures
their return wasn't received with warmth
They turned off the light, because the sun was also out
and they opened the curtains to see the brilliance of light
bounding over the canopies, phasing through glass
finding the fastest path to their newly opened eyes
Like an idea exploding from a freshly turned page
their time together erased the darkness
the darkness never existed
and their adventures together filled volumes of mirth
For she loved to explore, and he loved new contexts
his love for her could never die because it was never born
it always was, lived, and will be from now until forever
when time reveals it was just playing a role
Just a clock librarian filing away emotions in a numbered system
and he, when his card was renewed,
could check out their stories with a date time signatures
and relive their dusty chaptered love
He could remember having someone to absorb his ardor
who was worthy of it and more
who deserved a lifetime of love and more
for she was lovely in word whisper and wonder
When they reunited at the quantum library
they saw their love was good for the eyes and the soul
and on a quiet solar cascaded day
they rested together like a reader napping with an unfinished book
To traverse each other's unknowns
smell the age of their pages and ramblings
and return to the love in their home
Turn on the light | Ecency
rubenalexander ·
The Common (The Walker Art Gallery) - Art Appreciation and Haiku #10raj808 ·
