A twinkle in the eye.
Cassiopeia, with her striking glint, reaches the soft spot within Orion's hardened core.
26,000 years is a mighty long time.
Will we have to wait
again?
Passion dances, like waves,
currents of a force so great
yet invisible to the eye
and but a brief flicker to the unfeeling,
to the disbelieving.
It's no wonder this MAGIC LOVE gets lost.
26,000 years is a mighty long time.
This alignment too potent to ignore,
yet too powerful to acknowledge,
so we pretend
and time marches on. Rain falls overhead,
rivers of tears carve their swath back to the great Pacific.
26,000 years.
And, per chance it is all just story,
a vibrant yarn and an entertaining tale
to tell. Perhaps, this is all it ever is.
26,000 years to be remembered and retold,
over and over again.
Our destiny isn't just written in the numbers,
etched in stone and recorded on paper tablets.
It's in the annals of the future - lining the information
superhighway with its ups and downs, rights and lefts,
"Whoops" and "Gotchas." And it's where this present exists -
forever unfolding, a gift always ready and waiting to be received.
Do you receive?
26,000 years is a mighty long time.
Still, I'd chance it,
time after time again.
