“The secrets of the Universe, much like our human heart, remain a timeless mystery…”
By ExoticHippieQueen ©2012
I don’t completely understand
slow in the waiting,
why she haunts the
north window
with a wordless stare
her hand raised in a thought,
yet when noticed,
slips thin as that
and eel flat,
down the edges of
twilight’s long, dark hallway,
to vanish like slick magic
into the
outer limits.
I will never fully comprehend
the Theory of Trees,
the necessary changing of
seasonal accessories,
or their secret code
for knobby limbs and latticed twiglets,
leaf veins coursing with
juicy, green lifeblood.
Blindly, they obey
the chemical instructions
for their petrified construction
encrypted in their
seeds of promise,
bud, bloom, tango, die.
Source: Our Beautiful World & Universe
I cannot deeply fathom
how the
indigo sea,
full of shimmering madness,
with it’s pretty noise
and careless movement,
can hear the
trade winds whisper
foreign mystery,
its salty widescreen history,
and reach to
kiss the
sandy feet
in perfect measured
rise and fall
of tidal moonlit rhythm.
Our Beautiful World and Universe
I cannot solve the puzzle of
windswept canyons,
ancient cornerstones of Earth,
who remember from
their vestal birth
how to recite
splashed just beneath
while eagles silent soar,
drafting high and free,
in attitude of flight
above the copper
tattooed rim.
Bigar Waterfall, Romania
Even little stones have secrets.