Sixth Letter From Zeno - Poem by Barry Middleton

The universe, some say,
is empty without a god.

I think they do not know
the immensity of sod

on which, in prairie waves
of galaxies that turn,

countless rainbow suns,
that must forever burn,

nurture strange horizons
where alien beings gaze

at royal purple skies
where fiery seas amaze.

I know some cannot see
the silver plains of Zeno,

and too, they may dispute
the universe that I know.

Poems by Barry Middleton

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