I’m reading the universe

Like the Daily News.

I see the future.

The history, too, is there

In the akashic record,

Written in hues of slender neon 

Against the blackness.

Wiry cursive, still wriggling,

Still telling the tales

As they unfold,

Tales of yesterday

A and  things to come.

But this is all a flowery trapping.

Look past the advertising to the fruit.

The dark energy is producing a bright trail

Through the great cosmic orchard.

We can pick and choose from the delicious peaches

And plums.

Come eat with me

In that place where all is always well,

Where the nectar delights us,

And we will be together always.

-jenn