The Universe said, ‘Let me show
your soul something beautiful.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

What is this slow blue dream of living,
and this fevered death by dreaming?

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.