I wanted to write a poem
In which I compared you
To all the lovely things I know
The sun, the moon, the fire, the ice
To tell you I see nebulae in your eyes
But when I thought it through
All the way to the end
I realized, for sake of verse, I can’t pretend;
There’s none compares to you.
The sun is dull, it sheds no light.
The moon is new – dark and dreary night.
The fire is out, now ash and dirt.
The ice is melted – water, back to the earth.
And in your eyes
I see no stars…
I see no distant skies…
There are no words, no flowing lines
What is there cannot be described…
For though I know
that a field of stars breaks free the bonds of obscurity in the evening hours to paint the sky with the shimmer of a million suns burning out slowly
Though I am well aware
that the ground beneath us spins at a rate roughly equivalent to the speed of sound and that the Earth itself is moving through space at a speed better measured by second than by hour and that all of creation beyond that is moving through distances unfathomable by our tiny minds at speeds that we cannot even begin to comprehend
In light of you, there is nothing else…
…Every star fades from my memory and the sky is rendered obsolete.
…Time kneels, and the earth stands still beneath my planted feet.
All there is