Your Glance

The vines on that summer afternoon

That moment----

Particles collided with each other

Made from Electric Flint

The black hole was building the sky

So turn back time

I saw your eyes

Singularity in nothingness

Who was here to push—

You and I met at that time

Time and space began from the point nigh

My figure was lost in

The black and vast space

The twinkling nebula was

Your eyes across the sky

in an instant, like a scene

The solar wind suspended all thoughts

cut off all sense, in the July

origin of a minute

Hundreds of millions of years of

the interweaving of hydrogen and helium

Since that summer afternoon

The vines droop, the goblet clinks

Shaking a game of light and shadow

drink it all--

Your meaningful glance, passed by