Intent of Creation

The sun had faded

By the time I saw you

Rooms full of items

For use, to admire

Some stitched and flattened

Bent and sharpened and

Wrapped by machines

Some by hands

Humming with the power

Behind intent of creation

But when I come home

All the humming has gone out

Of my hands to

The aether, the Elsewhere

And I can do nothing, except

Think of seeing you again