The Cosmic Seamstress (a story of Creation)

There is a Darkness you can Hear

  And a Silence, one can See

And Weaving in and out as Air

  The Cosmic Seamstress, Seamlessly

Sews them into, One for All—

She Mends the Wounds of Ancient Worlds

  And Lights the Way for an Unborn Star

Then Gracefully, a World is Hurled

  Into Rotations, Near and Far,

And Muses Rise, from their Fall—

And with the Finest, Silken Thread

  She Weaves the Dreams with Care & Ease

Of both the Living, and the Dead

  Into the Future's anxious Pleas

Giving Breath, to Cosmic Death—

And as you Love those Stars Above

  Remember Her Tender, Patient Hand

As She Promoted it All with Love—

  Devoted to the Ocean and every Land

Allowing Time, to take a Breath.