Nothing but misconceptions,
a seeming hardness of touch
where lies but minute particles.
All in a great expanse of space
sprinkled with folds of gravitation
making mere matter coalesce.
Looking into night sky and thinking to be real
a cosmic history of far travelled light.
We look dimly into the past;
and see no future.
The only reality a fullness of love,
that seemingly permeates through
and fills space-time with soft enfolding curves,
throughout the flatness of a material world.
Moon smiles on a rippled mind
as eyes deceived by starlight twinkle;
until stillness descends on troubled hearts
and there, truth is revealed.
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A deeply philosophical write here David where night's allure beguiles - drawing your eye, igniting the mind and releasing the emotions... I thought the final two stanza's had a particularly meditative feel to them. Some lovely contrasts too - the 'fullness of love' 'throughout the flatness of a material world' stood out esp. Great insight and introspection conveyed in flowing, meditative style. justine.