You came here,
but here is where
you have always been
You have been here,
not seen, not foreseen.
Now we see your beauty
in the crown of terror
And yet, from dawn to dusk,
our beauty hides behind a mask.
You make Life, our soapy bubble, tremble in the wind
Buffeted by cold cosmic winds, it dares to float and drift
under the power of bravely borne dreams – our dearest gift.
Universe, you make us wonder: have we sinned or been sinned?
©Kap 6/2020
