(Inspired by the Ancient Hebrew Conception of the Universe)
Just your touch would yield the most distant glimpse:
you read letters dotted Braille in the stars,
vast dimensions curled in your fingerprints.
You said the sky’s night spread ever so far,
an ink wall ‘round Earth that most dared not see.
You read letters dotted Braille in the stars
and looked at starlight-chinks as holes for keys
to the fence of heaven you know shines through
an ink wall ‘round Earth that most dare not see.
Not my face but the moon’s was your last view
each eve as sleep sank and your dreams travelled
to the fence of heaven you know shines through.
At your feet have tight secrets unravelled.
Vast dimensions curled in your fingerprints
show space’s stage with a pull of Earth’s tassel,
for just your touch yields a most distant glimpse.