This is a poem to the mystical woman whose love holds the universe together and gives it meaning. She is not real; no goddess to be worshipped. She is the purpose in life, the muse and meaning.
The atoms are tiny particles floating in space. The distance between their nuclei is so vast that when two solids, with their zillions of atoms hit one another, there is no contact of solid against solid. Without the forces they produce solids would slide through each other; we would drop through the floor. sliding through space.
Love gives life meaning and makes it real.
This is also a love poem to my special person who has made my life so much more real and made me a better person.
When I wake in the morning
The air is sweet with dreams.
The light from the window is crystalized through diamond images of you.
I breathe you in through the pores in my skin;
You are the colours of my world,
The scent upon my breeze,
The essence that binds all things together,
The hum within the leaves.
Nothing would be real without you.
I know that would be true.
If you were to leave
I would just drop through
And moulder in drab dungeons
Through an eternity of grey
Wallowing in emptiness
Through each and every day.
I have to have you near me
Nothing else will do:
Your scent, your colour
The wonder that is you.
Opher August 4th 1995