Pure thougts

We were traveling
beyond time and space:
wing with wing
flight with flight,
in a flock of singing minstrels,
intoning our celestial chorus;
and the light, serenade and throbbing,
was flickering solemn
while guiding our ethereal essences
towards impossible orbs
without boundaries or borders.

The cosmic universes
were dispelling before our astonishment
as soon as they appeared;
and our furtive and mysterious flight
was rapid,
swift and steady,
a lot faster
than light velocity…
We were
¡pure thought!