Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…

Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…

You can see the genius in the handwriting,
Meticulously cluttered,
Like an attic closet lost for a century.

The dry must is blown off the yellowed envelopes,
All eyes widen with delight.

Back in the day,
It was known as “correspondence,”
Hand-written and soul-bared.

The wonders of the Universe,
Revealed,
Wax seals that had partly re-stuck,
Grudgingly giving up their sleeping secrets.

It was all tales of love,
Love with a mystical beauty un-bound by our petty rules,
Cosmos was her name.

Nicola gave us an adoring view under her skirts.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/11/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #26

Words are the mind’s bridge – it’s connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart’s bridge – it’s connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles. \\//_

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Shot of this poem at 42 views on Poetic Constellations – for the Douglas Adams fans on this world with me…