Before There Was Matter

Before there was matter or time You must have been lonely Your consciousness nearly echoing had there been canyons across the unborn universe Your thoughts so intricate no being could have known them Your form walking about an empty space imagining color music words an opening thought bringing forth these and more.. a daydream turned into a wish then an intent and your thoughts each strand stronger wider heavier than a million of the thickest branches each containing a universe of it's own and beings like you.. each with a life feeling real with it's own wishes intents joys heartbreaks and you know intimately each and every one following us riveted as an awe-inspired theatergoer with deep most passionate love for all When one hurts or is frightened it takes all of your might to stop yourself from freeing us from the pain for you know this would end our world.. so each moment you live with us.. silently lovingly your loneliness eased. Before There Was Matter; Poetry by Susan M. Walker, 2014