Often I ponder things unseen
Eons of light and mysterious beings
The breathtaking fallout as stars collide
A silent womb where souls reside
Hidden space where last breaths are kept
Moss ridden stone where Jesus wept
Tribal paintings of Mermaids on caves
Star gates unsealed and paths unpaved
Particles of dust within a black hole
Metamorphosis of diamond that once was coal
A dying star’s wish to exist beyond space
Our human desire to remain in this place
Often I ponder things unseen
All that exists and the space between

 

Rena Velasquez is a 39-year-old mother, wife, and poet.

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