I saw it, then
as the universe
lurched forward,
inviting time and space
to dance.
I felt it.
a fleeting feeling,
momentarily infinite–
clinging delicately to
the silence between
the notes of time’s melodious hum
—not much more than a second thought,
then.
orchestrating
life’s transcendent melody,
rivering through each of us–
harmonizing history
and fate,
its prescience
slips through
our
untrained ears.
mute though time’s music
may seem,
its notes,
in time with
the heartbeat
of the universe,
and carved out of
sound–
sing the ballad of
the cosmos,
an endless crescendo.
Great sense of cosmic cosmos!
thank you!
Love use of “rivering” ad a verb!