Noumena

We bend the light 

from a sunlit sea 

and strum its colored strands.

We capture the burst 

of a fallen star 

bounce it betweeen

our upheld palms

and pop open seeds 

to speak like flowers.

We glide through rock

with aeonic seduction

whispering, “multiply”  

and it does
 into tiny grains of sand.

“Don’t tell.” we murmer,

and travel on...

We are so beloved 

the rock willingly 

disassembles
to its
molten core 

and does not tell.