wise sand dune primrose bud
flowers innocent of this fools search,
speaks of youth and
eternal light

this
does not age or fade, it
just keeps moving through

like star songs resonant
beyond the Earth
Vega in the Lyre,
we remain ancient
and always new

what they say about age
is gravity’s conspiracy
there are no straight lines
in time

we dance
in lilting spheres
of luminescence looking
for shadows in the dunes
yet all the while the light comes from within
the incandescent whole

the wonder is
that we’re here on Earth at all.