We’ve been there,

in the velvet where the other

planets lay peacefully

nestled in permanent storms,

encircled in forever crowns.

We’ve been there,

on the dusty little rock

that pulls the vast oceans

as it whistles by

super, harvest fixture

in the black night sky.

We’ve been there,

away from our home

or perhaps drifting

through places we belong

ever expanding, ever careening

in the milky galaxy.

We’ve been there.

And though I am no astronaut

I have no need, for I see

the perfection in the universe

from right here,

dancing with you under the stars.