Stargazing

Stargazing in a verdant world of joy,

As the light cradles thoughts of a frown.

Before I begin however, I sit,

And watch the eye of God slowly look down.

Before it sets however, it stares back,

And nods slowly so that I’m not misled.

The sight is warm and calming as Night comes,

With her moon-lit lips kissing my forehead.

I watch the universe spinning around,

And past the clouds and stars I see a face,

Which is all the past faces I’ve loved and

Hated. I see their bliss and loss and grace.

I stargaze in every stranger walking,

Hear the tales in their eyes, which are talking.