Sun Dance (67 page)

My boat crunched on the sand, white sand, beautiful and crystalline in the secret light that awaits the dawn. The air of the mountains floated down to me and I breathed again its freshness. Tall mountains, ice capped and glinting, they towered skywards over the narrow inlet of my landing.

I climbed the hill. Amongst the sweeping larch branches, their fallen needles golden in the winter light, I climbed and climbed. Her voice reached me, calling, calling. Calling as I'd heard it so often when morning crept across a sleeping ocean.

I ran, breathless and stumbling. Beneath the great larch I found her, my Eilidh, my golden haired Eilidh. We clung together. I held her as I had when time would lose its meaning.

I lifted her head. At last I was able to tell her, “Eilidh, I love you.”

The first shafts of sunrise broke free. Their radiance surrounded us. “Hector, I knew you would find us here, just as I found you, long ago.” She spoke, gently and wistfully. I saw her again in that first moment of longing, on a day far away, on the pathway of fate.

We looked down. Kneeling beside a willow cage our young boy talked to his raven. Black eyes sparkled up, the eyes of an ancient wisdom. In its beak the Raven carried a small disc, golden with sunlit memories.

Eilidh smiled, and her breath drew me as the breeze that lives on hill and sea.

I touched her hair.

And her eyes, blue and loving, held us entangled,

for all the time there will ever be.

Entanglement.

The braids of space, dimensions splice

Are threads of possibilities infinite,

And life a throw of chaos’ dice.

All that has ever been, that may ever be,

The matter, time and space of this present universe,

Is crushed to a single eye, its spin beyond the speed of light,

A density, the sum of all reality,

In the grip of gravity.

Magnetic frictions grow, matter melts to energy,

Atoms heat to unguessed degree,

A particle flux that fills the cusp,

A coiling hissing pit.

One inst, a nano-seconds flash, imbalance strikes,

Blinds the eye of singularity,

Its matrix bursts, electrons flee,

A fresh universe is born,

The ghostly hologram of all eternity.

One force survives, undiminished throught the eye,

By some strange ethereal affinity,

An echo, universe to universe,

Entangled photons fly.

Speed nor distance, nor any realm of space can separate their bond,

Each particle of existence has a partner mate,

And the mystery of entanglement

Is our circled fate.

For life in whatever form is but a wavelength drawn,

Consciousness, its path without a bound,

And imagination’s journey

A dance before the sun.

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