For the Novae.

There I stood...

Watching her weave the tapestry of the unknown.

The bridge between Earth and Heaven,

broken.

As she cradled the littlest Novae ever

known.

But the Novae...

she danced!

For she knows no pain

She walks this Earth; our guide of the unknown tapestry,

for it is known to her.

She is now the bridge.

She knows of Earth and Heaven...

She loves them both.

And so, when its nightfall and you are very still,

you'll see the little Novae dance!

And it will ache a little less.

06/19/2024