Being human feels like a disease.
Bars in every window,
no door can be seen.
Then she came to me
within a dream.
floating unseen so delicately,
unending warmth and
a knowledge of all things.
“The continuation is still in blossom”,
she whispered to me.
Now sorrowful and tearful, I stopped
believing in blue tomorrows and
understood somehow I’d be okay.
“Celestial Wings” NASA Hubble Photo