Second Law

Second Law*

The glowing golden ray of a November sun,
Somehow,
Maintained its warmth through 8 grueling minutes
Traversing black and frozen Space
With a single-minded determination to breach
The frost encrusted glass pane of my window
And plant a warm Good Morning kiss
Just below my right cheekbone, and then,
Its message delivered, like that ancient marathoner,
Gave up its short life, and let its focused purpose
Dissipate into the cold indifferent air of my room.
But I picked up those dying photons
And embroidered them into a tapestry of words,
Breathing order and beauty into their decaying light
In blatant violation of the law that regulates
All things’ inevitable descent
Toward a dark
And random
Destiny.

*Music from my CD "101 Sound Bite Symphonies" No.96