Master of Space and Time
You hold the world,
King of Space and Time
and all the beauty we create
you make possible.
Do you remember when we first met?
The bodies of divine Alex Gray
sending us to swoon
and the molecule showing us
the way to reach the moon?
You were surrounded in golden light,
the light of the crowned one.
Man enough for my woman
you received the call of the dark Queen,
invited her to tea even,
soothed her ire and took off her dress.
She was most impressed at your courage
and even told the White Queen all about it,
so when you entered the bright place
she served you cakes and wild goat milk
and as many dreams as you could eat.
And then Princess Red and Maiden Black
showed up wearing nothing but corsets
and the party really started to swing.
So much happened then.
Night gave up her stars
making your eyes shine
to match your sword.
In the darkest hours before dawn,
I saw you glow without waver
from the center of the macrocosmic mote.
Holding hands, we walked into twilight
our hands tied with a silk ribbon
and maidens trailing behind with flowers.
And here we are again at the beginning.
Our bodies divine flying beyond the galaxy,
molecules dispersing and rearranging
the beauty we create. Your hands open
to hold the new world.
Do you remember?