Kosmogonic

It is the dream, kaleidoscopic,

The upturned colours of the mind,

It is the infinite curving parabolic,
The grief of souls that were left behind,
It is plain fate in animation,
The spinning star of timeless light,
It is the cosmic machination,
The pulsing truth of creation’s might,
It is the memories lost deep in space,
The primal touchless past,
It is the defender of human grace,
The displaced fear, deep and vast,
It is the reminder of what is left,
The towering endless fire,
It is the comfort for all spirit, bereft,
The creation of a purpose, higher,
It is the nothing and it is the all,
The ceaseless ebbing tide,
It is the transcendence of the fall,
The edifice from which we cannot hide,
It is the music and it is the flow,
The quantum within the elevation,
It is the truth we will always know,
The sculpted word in revelation.
It is love, pure and simple.

It is the dream, kaleidoscopic,
The upturned colours of the mind,

© Kosmogonic