Constellations
Traced for hours
In the dark of night.
Stars and planets
In a universe known
Only to my sight.
Fingers drenched in stardust
From a world that
Knows only my touch.
Senses overstimulated
By a melodic nebula
That draws in my love.
And
I could stare daily
Into the light of
That hidden milky way.
Stare evermore
Into the wonders
Of that universe
That you embody
Filled to infinity
With those precious
And forever blooming
Constellations.

Nothing is infinite.

Infinite is nothing.

On an infinite search within nothing,
you will never find anything.

The space within nothing is forever,
forever nothing.

Infinity is nothing.

Nothing is infinity.

It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat.

The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream.

Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land.

From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.

I don't know where my life lies,
on the spectrum of time
woven with space,
set at a panthers pace.

I'm here in this solar symptom.
A perfect distance from the sun,
An idealistic ozone.
The third planet, but still alone.

You're in your solar symptom.
The planet's surface burns hot,
Your atmosphere rich in CO2.
Somehow, I still feel you.

Only an eighth of a galaxy away.
Baby that's still twelve thousand light years.
Subside to the quantum gears.

Your gravity weighs on you heavy,
let it take you in.
Trust me, it will alter your time in space. Setting years at a days pace.

Just hold on.
I'm on my three thousandth light year,
hold fast.
I fear my life might not last.

Your time winds in slow motion.
Baby, please wait.
My time is still the same.
Your days are my years,
and all of my fears.

This vessel will reach you.
Weather my bodies decayed
or you see my last day.