Love in the Icy Cold of Space

Love in the Icy Cold of Space

L. Edgar Otto    20 October, 2013

The universe itself is a cave
what attracts, what repels
What in the sea of ice is hidden
nine tenths under swirling waters

There must be more than echos
as we cry out, make messages of song
Send them off inside bottles
after the wine bids us sleep awhile

I am not Virgil where imagination can
send my senses to a climax, no poetry can
Wait to penetrate the mystery of love
Yeats and the moon shaddow eaten

Somewhere weightless deep in space
doubled our stardust face to face
That I worship you, entwined realities
one again exploring new geometries

What in your ankle sent Frenkel wandering
in wonder far from the arms of Milky Way
His magic marker and equations on your
belly down to the end your belly button

Nature, no one can keep her in a pumpkin shell
crave on it our face that jack-o-lantern light shows thru
At midnight again, mice under snow cover
then the search to see who fits the one glass slipper

Against the cold of night the fall or bounce of dreams
we crave the cave as well for the cuddles in respite
Build our domes of blocks of snow but cannot know
If the spring returns its sun lost in midnight

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In the viXra an interesting shot film and book review inspired and kept me busy then I saw Hannah's prompt on imaginary gardens... sorry I am late, another fine exercise of love and the cosmos as poetry.