I’m soaring through the cosmos
Every star is a wish, a hope
Every universe is an alternate reality
Each planet is my life in a different context
I soar from universe to universe,
Planet to planet
Experiencing all perspectives
Living my life 1000 different ways,
All equally as beautiful as the last.
On this trip I met an angel,
Her tongue as eloquent
As her body was elegant.
Her aurora was made out of
Your favorite song lyrics,
When she spoke, flowers bloomed.
Her hair was every color-
Each strand another hue.
She took me to a world
Where sound doesn’t exist.
The birds, the monkeys, the dogs,
All without vocal use.
Paws didn’t make noise on the gravel,
No streams gurgled,
No leaves whistled.
Yet they still coexisted.
I sat and watched the animals interact.
Their movements seemed more fluid
Bodies like silk,
Grazing across meadows and streams.
The way they connected was beautiful.
No need for words.
They spoke through their actions.
Every muscle, tissue, and nerve
knew to how to express its minds intentions.
They rarely fought.
Somehow through a loss of language
they learned to understand
each other more.