the old lady with the emerald green eyes looked at me;
so what say you child about the expansion of the Universe?
tell me, what do you see?
a color spectrum of circumstances
scattered, but held by an inexplicable design
gems of space, jewels of time,
a myriad of possibilities down the line
with a tilt, what once was a flower
becomes the shape of a star;
mesmerized by the illusion
that anything is far
the Universe is expanding
at a speed outside my understanding
but beauty is elusive
the slightest change of direction
a minor movement of will
a single droplet of dreams
and the patchwork is bound to burst
at the seams
* The first part is actually a true story, and the second part was inspired by my Italian kaleidoscope. I don’t know if the parts actually belong together or if this poem is even done. It has a few alternative versions but I’ll leave it as it is for now.