The light ringed the sky where the moon had been,
A coffee-cup stain on its shadowed sapphire screen.
While a slumbering mote deep within him stirred,
Of memories and majesties long since unheard.
Possibilities emerge.
Timelines converge.
Cross the streams.
Awaken the dreams.
What random thoughts are these breathed into life
As specks of starlight pierce the night?
What was occluded, revealed once more
When souls converge on that distant shore.
© Edward Terry. March 2925. All Rights Reserved.
