Hawking - The Omy

An echo of an abundant universe spreads

Alike the gold curve floating away

Distant clatter of one horse’s hooves

Grooving and moving in reverse

Just before they melt in the dark

And right after they appear in a spark

Slices of once splintered glass

Will shape one question mark

Florescence of special kind of source

Alike the time of great outburst

Stones are pounding on the doors

Stars dancing on the cosmic shores

Flickering and fading

They’re flickering and fading

Grooving, moving, bouncing in reverse

Just before they melt in the dark

And right after they appear in a spark

Slices of once splintered glass

Will shape one question mark

Milky Way’s just a candy

A kid building a treehouse

Nursing birds and whispering words

A flashlight under the blanket

And the stars on the ceiling

Grooving

Moving in reverse