Cosmic birth,
The Universe unfolding stardust
Into the emptiness of space . . .
Star birth,
Ancestor star,
Living, growing, bursting again,
Galactic nursery of our kind . . .
Ride?
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
Ride! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Now? What? Wait?
Why? No, no,no.
C'mon, let's go. Let's go.
What? Yes! Door open.
I have no time, anymore
To sit and watch the Earth turn,
Sending the Sun to sleep.
I have no time, anymore
To stand at lands end
and have the smiling sea
lap at my feet.
A tall, singular white rose
Alone in a crystal vase