Time

Time

Celestial,
the beings are free.
They soar
without air, on the
gravity currents
of the planets.
Light flashes,
light bends,
light disappears.

The hum
of a vacuum,
cannot travel,
but it’s there.
Melodies are played
on the rings
of galaxies. Life,
weightless, and
in wonder.

Dust travels,
searching for
a blessed
playground.
Where time
is made,
created
by human
hands.

Author: Ferris E. Jones

Photo: Jake Weirick on Unsplash