moving past the future
into dreams untold...
into poems unfolded...
strangers in a strange land?
with galaxies in our soul
whilst walking in a galaxy

Stardust rains down
constantly
filling up our food
building our organs
We come from the stuff of stars
and we're nourished by them!

This is the present
in living love's hope!!
Everything glows
with the life of starstuff
building everything
galaxies upon galaxies within
and abounding

It is both hard and easy
to have galaxies in our soul,
stardust building our organs,
and generally coming from the stuff of stars.
Galaxies within and abounding.
The universe but a galaxy of galaxies
with ample time on his hands