The Girl In Newton's Tree

Entrench me under Sailing Stars,

My love goes fathoms deep.

Your light inside my Diving Bell,

Pascal wouldst never weep.

For wild flowers and sandy grains,

Remind and call my heart.

Eternal hours of Infinite Love,

In my palm, where Blake would start.

For certain feelings, more certain than,

Heisenberg left to chance;

My measured flame is never still,

It grows with every glance.

A song that's silent, and yet still sings,

Like Tesla's symphony.

When we tune in, our hearts encoiled,

I charge my love to thee.

Sometimes our life shifts Red to Blue;

You should see it as Doppler would view.

We're expanding stars, on a journey with God,

And we burn bright, no matter the hue.

You're the wonder that Schroedinger never saw;

The girl up in Newton's tree.

My momentum of soul, my Copernicus Sun;

You're the only one for me...