Ramblers
2012, Olan L. Smith
She comes in ports to manifest,
A jetty where Angel docks;
Sensations soar and heaven 'fesses
To caring, feathered flocks;
Our spirits mingle she reveals
Her silken skin fused;
Her snowy visage veils appeal.
"Your name?" I asked confused.
'Tis I Astarte lover queen."
She attaches mooring
Thus here and there and between
Time; space spans all dawning.
'Tis neither life nor dead I find;
I exist and do bestride
Universes amid alpha and end,
Here; I truly reside.
As heaven's gates unbolt I ask,
"Why am I on this world
Finite and fragile?" She replies,
"We come to this pearl,
Within an immense structured void,
To discern what is birth
And know a death; our fate employs
E'er wanderers with mirth
Within the multiverse, succinct
To exist brazenly
Our symbols upon kingdoms bright
And live in mortals free,
Between minute occasions attach
On humans forming thought
Your dreams and memories, unknown
We made contact and brought
This kindness, heaven's cause,
Love is all things boundless,
Amidst our thriving souls aware
The ramblers do coalesce.