Praise

I praise your thought, God!
You had a tangible idea
The stars running to their death
Forgetting the darkness
Craving the union
Being nourished with knowledge
In their circles and strings
I mentally exist …

Flaming remains of a fertile thought
The spirit of the sun
The soul of the whole
It travels in time
And within the space it's lost
It swings in the ether
On Earth it can feel…

I also praise your Moon
Its magic circle
A Human tide
It washes away secrets
Life is an algorithm
A paroxysm of dreams
with earthly skies
to have for a canvas.