A Poem by Fabrice Poussin
They trapped the universe in their little heads
in black and in white and a trillion hues of blues
a crowd of senses playing hopscotch like children
on the infinite pathways of their galaxies.
Holding hands to eternity in light garments of milky
silk of white, starry dust and tails of gentle comets
tiny toes juggle in the midst of godly particles
but a giggle echoes joys anchored in the sum of eons.
Sharing immense wealth in subtle duplicates
they tilt waves of gold and red to a single ocean
hearts filled of one creamy flow like so many berries
all lives within in unstoppable motion, all else stilled.