a mote drifts the abysmal darkness
bound in warm comfort
an occasional glimmer... murmur
betrays consciousness... life
seeking all directions at once
pulled... tethered... bound again
more and ever more
tinged emotion... emote
ebb and flow
a song impressed
what does a smile feel like without a face
a soul having no windows
what's left for the cosmos to desire
if not this
This makes me think of the origin of the universe. How intricate and exact everything had to be to bring us to this point. And in all that sparking, sat the seeds of all things that came after. I think your poem evokes those things nicely. And leaves room for other things as well.
How long are you thinking back? Are these personal recollections or a cosmological reflection?
I ask because the last phrase puts a spin on all previous words...
these words describe the spark of (some emotion) within a mind as well as the spark of life within the cosmos.
I think they do, anyhow.