You are my unified field
where a billion flowers
shine like the stars
and turn into butterflies.
I observed your formation,
like an angel, through monitors,
gravity defied by wings
and past theories deconstructed
into a trillion summers.
You are my unified field,
of collapsing wave functions
in years measured by light.
We enter the reality
of each other in particles.
You are my constant evolution.
Your fundamental existance
falling through my senses
into more and more abstractions
until fields lift into flowers.
Systems are only created
to house our dreams.
We are conscious participants
observing our place in a story
with awe and reverence.
The dawn is a point of creation,
in an ocean of potential
where the beginning is a song
where a butterfly wing
becomes a flower petal,
where an atom or a molecule
is the potentiality
of a shared existance
from a single point of love.
