Untouchable beauty, endarkened sky.

I marvel at your perfect solitude;

your unadulterated splendor.

Delicate beauty comes and goes,

it’s divorce from the realm of

perceiveability often forced upon it by the hands of those whose eyes are closed.

Alas! Ignorant desecration does not shake you, untouchable beauty.

I ponder on your expanse, staring up as you stare back one billion times over.

As I meditate, astounded by your grandeur,

wordlessly, unknowingly,

you remind me of my optimistic, peaceful insignificance.