the unborn

the beautiful ones are not yet born
foregoing birth for their place in the stars

the beautiful ones are not yet born
foregoing birth for their place at god’s left hand

the beautiful ones reside in the space
between heaven and mars
replacing time with time
to create more time

they are today’s tomorrow
constructing galaxies with a single thought
designing blank spaces with angel dust
sculpting meteors into statuesque symbols of life
planning lifetimes built on incomplete memories
dancing to the rhythm of mankind’s heartbeat
and the sounds of millions of earthly children
stomping their feet

the beautiful one
are the distant thoughts
and cold shivers

they are lovers’ smiles
fingers gently intertwined
voices interwoven in song
toes curled in ecstacy

they are the nourishment
that feeds the minds of greatness
the fire that fuels the passion of heroes

they are courage
determination
dedication
creativity
possibility

they are all that has passed
and all that is yet to come

and they are we
the beautiful ones in waiting
the beautiful ones of yesterday and tomorrow
the beautiful ones  yet to be born