UNTITLED, NO. 977

Have you ever felt
the heft of existence?
I hope not, my love.
For you, I hope you float
Along like florets of a dandelion
From breeze to breeze
Never tied down
But forever infinite and alight.

WE ARE BUT

We are all but one of those tiny specks of light that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map, that we call life.
And in this life, our fireworks are but faint shimmers in the lightning of the infinite.