Space bubbles
adrift on a sea
of darkness.
I dream much,
remember little.
Sweet arc of time
drifting down now.
Nobody knows
when it ends
or exactly how. But
there is no "if."
These sweet nothings
whispered in God's ear.
But God's not so easily
seduced ... at least
not as easily as we'd like.
Come here, my dearest.
We'll dally a while,
time permitting.
(c) 2008, Bob Loomis
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