Transcendental Sonnet #398:
The Universe Within Our Hands

An ocean and a continent apart
Lifetime and generation in between
And none could be closer joined heart to heart
When they sing of love this is what they mean
But even if nobody understands
We hold the universe within our hands

Reality is flexible not hard
As supple as the name we give what is
We two can bend it toward us with our kiss
And fashion paradise in our backyard

Reality is made of hopes and dreams
It is not built of wood nor stone nor mud
But infinitely greater than what seems
Made of our beating hearts our stirring blood

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV

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The first stanza is so beautiful! The whole sonnet is, but the first stanza is even better!

It reminds me of a book I read by Dean Koonts, By the Light of the Moon...the main characters in teh story were injected with a mysterious liquid, which in turn gave tehm special abilities. One of their abilities was to "fold" reality, to fold and bend reality...it was a great book and your sonnet reminded me of that!

Love,
Dara