We Are Such Stuff... Poem by M.L. Emmett

‘...We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep'
Shakespeare The Tempest Act IV.i.156


We are such stuff of stars and light
our grasping hand, our gaping eye
our mind electric sparking
all atoms in the crystal night
connected matter
across infinity
still in one moment
collected together
in the universe
and my quiet garden
at
midnight.