Life is the celestial alignment of you and me.
It flows from our confluence and begets,
In a future much farther away than we can imagine.
We are more than stardust you and I,
The gods of this moment,
My ebb, your flow, we move.
And further stretch…
Your voice is the wind that pulls my hair,
Cools the crook of my neck and flutters my eyelashes open.
I see you.
Your voice is the tremor deep within the earth that heralds
The coming of fire to forge.
It moves me. Sonorous, it will bloom within me.
Life begins here.
In this heaven, where we are as old as constellations,
As ever changing as planets
As slow as the unfurling of all space and time
Life sleeps in the cradle of our syzygy.