Glass Tears of Memory

What if we're already in the future,

Thinking back on this moment?

Two magnolia blossoms sprout in crisp April

Swaying, naive, to the robin's sonnet

Blind to the path unwinding ahead

Where the wind conspires to blow them free

Onto mist-cloaked streets, aglow in magenta

From a theater’s flickering marquee

The constellations danced to spell their name

The Milky Way stooped low

Took their dainty, fragile stems

To teach the braille of petals and skin

Memorized by summer's end

Tangled sheets steeped in moonlight

Galaxies twinkle and decorate the bed

They're the scattered spheres of pearl and marble

Holding glimmering tears

As oceans and mountains learned to collide

So they carve together a cave

Where time resides and breathes to life the world

In which they're meant to be