In the beginning there was…

it looks so simple - you create a world

No, not a world - a bridge between the worlds

So we can walk, without getting old,

Across the void. The stars are glowing pearls

Around your slender neck, and cosmic dust

Swirls slow, like time, and sets your skin ashimmer,

You smile; we walk ahead, as walk we must,

There are two worlds: one outer, one inner,

And, with a stroke of brush, you make them one.

A cosmic egg explodes and multiplies;

Perhaps one day our journey will be done,

Until such time - I’ll carry your supplies.