Distant GalaxiesA Poem by redzone....and here we areDistant
Galaxies The day
was cold, bitter,
but clear, as a
blue sky talked to the earth, with a
Winter’s sun. Sitting
on the porch, Listening
to Willow Creek’s flow, I’m
warmed by my morning brew As the
dream began. I
dreamt I could see in infrared. See
when time began in a
universe where
stars were still in bed, asleep,
before space cooled, and
atoms formed. It was
a time of great chaos, yet
contained the seeds of life, cosmic
life, the
evolution of everything we see
today. On the
back of Turtle, and
Grandmother’s breath, our
world was born. In this
time of grand beginnings, we
humans, spoke
to the stars. Aztec
Warrior/redzone 1.12.24 © 2024 redzoneAuthor's Note
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