The Embryo of Time
If only stars grew on trees like moss, we could use them
as pillows for peace, and pass them out around the world.
Or the autumn leaves were stars falling to earth to take us
up into the heavens, beyond our designated worry of the day.
We could journey into the magic land where clouds drift by
offering free rides , and raindrops wash and refresh our spirits.
And a million suns vaporize the dark matter in our soul
and free us to absorb the wisdom of worlds bygone.
We could ride the stars, twirling like dervishes in moonlight.
And the North Star would guide us into the land of dreams
with a multiple choice world of galaxies. I would dream
of tunneling through black holes into the embryo of time.