Sunday 6 March 2011

We are moments
We are Specks of space
Encapsulated in the physical
We rise gracefully
No matter
How we do it


I watch the fast
Distort the most
Beautiful teardrops
Upside down
Rushing

They lift my heart
From sadness

I wait and watch
The slow perfections
Of the smaller
Over taking
Taking slowly
Continuous increments
Toward the Surface
Joining
All they always were.