Of glorified enlightenment, wrote
The brain is wider than the sky.
But I have to disagree
Because I could not have
Imagined the blue
That reflects as
Particles
Off the
Sea.
Nor
Could I
Form pictures
Of fluffy clouds,
Sewn together by
Drops of hydrogen and
Oxygen resting in the sky
With a chemical attraction
Pulling them together until they
Bond as a liquid and fall down as rain.
The intoxicating kiss of a breeze
As it teases my tingling skin
Was not spawned from my mere fancy.
The blazing sun was not birthed
By imagination.
My brain lacks power
To blink stars in
Existence.
But if
We
All
Come from
One past star’s
Grand explosion,
Then my mind, like the
Sky, is composed of dust:
Fallen grace of galaxies.
Therefore, my dearest Emily,
Regardless of the width of my brain,
It can’t exceed the sky as they are one.