love, always
celestial orbs spinning til seeds of time grow.
with love stars are strewn in unfathomed design.
exploding space spreads out above and below
to accommodate both as the planets align.
no chaos, creation according to plan
tho one beyond mere mortal minds to conceive
nor time the gods keep is the same as for man
(nor thing that is done is done that we believe.)
infinities pass til at last life evolves
out of carbon and stardust to all we can see
love gives unto life 'til the end then dissolves
drinks in all that was. such a grand mystery.
perhaps there's a lull, a divine sort of pause
ere seeds of time grow, with love always the cause
By moon spirit
© 2008 moon spirit
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