(aka Embracing The Infinite)
He, in his science, cannot reach beyond the measure of his arm.
Yet the form and measure of our universe flows from his thoughts
To his pen and then the papers that surround him.
Confined though he may be, when he collects his thoughts,
He holds the universe in his hand.
She, in her torment, will love only as she should
While passion and expression heave against a dull, painted wall.
Her heart knows no boundary and her love feels no limit,
Confined though she may be, when she collects her thoughts,
She is embracing the infinite.
