Song of man
lilt of woman's
voice
the laughter of
a child
like molecules
of stardust
See! . . they
float out
towards the
heavens
even as they
leave our lips.
Do not fear
that they are
lost or vanished
for this can
never be
not if these
were born of love.
Love lives on
eternal
every speck of
it
every drop of
goodness
that fills the golden cup.
Our words, our
songs
and all the
sounds of life
once uttered
stay forever
sacred
and though not
composed of matter
they have life . . . that time can never touch
for they transform
into the
echoes, timbre
chimes and bells,
the woodwinds of
the Milky Way
the strings and
timpani of comets
soaring by . . .
they continue
their concertos
in the dark and
fertile silence
of the cosmos
where the Earth
spins
her glorious symphony
for the stars.
Joanne
Cucinello 2010
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