Photonic Verse

Light is rhythm on the end Of spiral cantilevered space Bouncing photons’ dreams of birth Monolithic thoughts that tend A viral panting pulse to race For views of worth Is yet a way to balance time? Is still an answer found in rhyme? With written word we speak with ease To yet unborn on foreign seas To far flung worlds our words can travel And worthy thoughts may yet unravel Secrets lost in ancient past by ancestors That could not last To see the fruits of all their thoughts Fall bursting seeds yet less aborts upon a head an open mind that shudders from such ecstasy and for an instant sees like me and writes to yet another I reach and greet you lonely soul From one gone on to one anon