Flash Of Light

You are the reason
That the universe has held
Itself together
Through so many storms and quakes,
On sturdy legs, and sometimes
On shaky ground-
But it has held on,
Like the grip of a tendril
That doesn't let go
Unless Death arrives
And turns the green into dust.
You have handed me
The confusing pieces of the jigsaw
That the world made of me
In an arranged fashion,
Organized into a little flash
Of perfection that spells to me
A sentence only I can read-
And it tells me that I'm loved
Beyond my wildest dreams,
And beyond my deepest intuitions
Of how love was supposed to be,
And what the universe would
Allow me to own.