Art by Norman E. Masters
| You are the novas, bits of myself shed from the soft cast edges of my mind and all the long gone thoughts of kin and kind. Beloved ones, spin outward to more perfect space imprinted "mine". I will not know your galaxy except that part conceived deep in the dreams of heart, the heart which dreaming with a wanting, wishful eye, sees far beyond the walls which square this room of time into a distant, brighter dome of sky. |
