Now and Tomorrow Past

And the Moon rested on a pillow of soft clouds,
And the Sun burrowed itself among the bushes and the soil.
The universe lived, with a heartbeat which expelled the splendor of stars, a light that filled the void of time, and brang about the next breath of life.
A universe, void and whole with not meaning?
Hath fair Aphrodites question love?
Then not despair upon the nature of life.
Meaning comes not from the pitiful life of the middle infinity,
For one ought to think of the life hereafter.
A traveling comet, a constellation born, a star itself made unto a cosmic monument.
The greater powers are not for now to comprehend.
A light, the discontinuous theory of matter,
Have not the energy in the soul suddenly disappear?
Blasphemy, humbug I tell you,
Cannot the water change from liquid to solid?
Therefore, does not the soul circle in an endless form?
From now, to next, to back?
A limitless expansion in time and space,
And born again to see the sun peek over the horizon,
And the moon, pass slowly from now to then, as all clouds do.