by Florentina Jungwirth
There’s a uni-verse for each of us
Down in a cellar room
That’s where we ascend – to dream
On Wednesday afternoons
Each uni-verse is different
Some to hide – some to open up
Some for one – and some for all of us
And as we enter journeys
Inside our little room
Thunder, storm and lightning –
Of words envelop us
So – traversing galaxies –
Each of us will gain
The smallest peck of stardust –
If just a tiny grain
Occasionally a star will fall,
A shooting star drop by –
Yet never is our uni-verse
Blocked by a clouded sky
