The Pulse

The distance
between stars and seconds
is filled
by the pulse of twinkles.

Separation
gave birth to distance,
radiance
from being hollowed,
then made whole,
the ebb and flood,
rising and falling
waves

When we were one,
there was no meaning
in being
together
or apart.

A bird
recognizes its wings
aching
for the sky.

And flight,
is nothing
but the burn
to return.