( LOVE... AS TOLD BY A SPECK OF DUST)
THE SOUND...
I but a speck without you my hypothetical queen.
An infinitesimal partical floating in a sea of unknowing.
The moon finds me howling my lonesome song.
It rebounding off the craigs and precipices and echoing my tale of want.
Watching the trees mate and make seeds, the birds bear eggs...
Watching summer fade to fall. Dreading the cold days when I alone confront winters winds.
Wanting a queen to hold as frigid air confronts warm breath and becomes steam.
I a drifting and shifting part of the scene as the day carries on.
I ripped back into the here and now where I stand in the sun incandescent absorbing the rays and reflecting them in shades of white, red and yellow.
The explosive potential of an atomic bomb as I in your presence am triggered.
Become the healing of a nation...
The healed soul healing dead mentalities and bruised psyches.
The blast, the heat and the cleansing as our effect radiates across a sea of dry bones.
They standing animated in relief and registering disbelief as I a speck pass by their eyes...
Catch the light and refract.
I searching the cosmos for you.
My hypothetical queen.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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