And in our minds
At the very end of things
All at once become
A star-field of memories
An electric display
Glowing background of black and light
That spark that occurs
When mortal eyes meet
A sight of such perfect nature
A wonder
That is what it all means
In the end
To be human
A perfection
Without end
To take such feeling
If one could call it that
To hold it all in ones hands
There is only one word to describe
One word to which we are all tied
The feeling
The thought
Of wonders of the night sky
The wonders that roll above
Billions have felt it
When looking, at night
At the vastness that moves above
Love
