Stars collide in the midnight sky
And form matter transcended from dust.
I could not discern between fabrics of time
And space befitting of us.
Though suns when they shine may be bright for some time
They play on illusion of sight.
When bodies black out they leave us to doubt
With old photographs of light.
The moon hangs low beneath blankets of black
Sprinkled softly with points of white.
And I think to myself, with the moons in my eye
How I could ever reach such heights.
Created: Mar 28, 2011ckboddy Document Media