Necklaces of Light

 

When he was a kid he could
touch the stars,
watch the twinkle
feel sad when clouds obscured
the view,
feel the depth of black
rippled with necklaces of light.
 
Age is the greatest cloud,
obscuring the wonder and
diminishing the brightness
of the jewels in the necklace.
So he fell into the chasm of
life,
saw painted wildlowers in fields
drew his hand along rippled streams
watched clouds form dragons and
unicorns in the ever changing sky.
 
Still the wonder remained,
the kid would look through aged eyes
at the moon,
and wonder at the mystery of
ripples in space and time,
electron clouds,
the weirdness of particle wave functions,
the queerness of reality.
 
Now the kid has other concerns,
bodily functions no where near as
glorious as the mystery of existence,
light years from the wonder the young eyes
saw...
but the images remain
like hand paintings in ancient caves,
memories of the past.