Picture
A picturesque
Picture perfect
Photograph
The edges are covered with a
Thin layer of dust,
All from being passed
From person to person
From eye to eye,
Heart to heart
But the picture itself
Was left untouched, untainted,
Pure,  
If only by sheer luck,
Or maybe through its own will,
It's maintained it's own vibrancy,
It's own beauty
For all the luckiest people in the world
To get to see,
For, inside the white frame
Of the frame
Is the paragon of life
With blossoming colors
That would cause real life butterflies
To appear out of thin air
Almost like magic,
Magic similar to the mystery
The unanswered question posed by what's in their hand
That keeps them up at night,
Unable to sleep,
And when they do reach a restful state,
Their thoughts are clouded
In almost the same way the frame is
By the beauty they witnessed
The epitome of a masterpiece,
The shocking, unbelievable proof
Of a land Mother Nature created
That was absolutely perfect
Now, most may find a place like this
Simply not true
But that's only because
They haven't seen a picture of you.

Nighttime
For some,
The gateway to their
Every fear,
The portal
To what truly
Terrifies them
And for others,
A time for thinking,
Contemplating,
Just how things work,
Trying to understand
How the sunset could've
Been so beautiful
The big yellow star
Stealing one last kiss
Across the scarlet streaked sky,
While on the other side,
We stare in wonder
As something as beautiful
As the full moon
Emerges,
Seemingly out of nowhere
As if it stole
The breath out of the sun
Just to take its place
Lighting up the sky,
Giving us direction
When we're lost in the storm
Of our own thoughts,
Too oblivious to notice anything
Outside of our own cloud
Of dark thoughts,
Until at least,
We see that half-smile
Of a crescent moon,
Making sure we're okay,
Gleaming so beautifully,
We can't believe that it's real
Even as the feeling
Of a euphoria eclipsing
Our very being,
Shining its lunar
Majesty straight into
Our hearts,
Even as our faith wanes
You stay,
Never leaving our side
The problem is,
I'm asleep at night,
Encompassed in a dreamland far away
From the universe
You're perfecting.
The galaxy
You're enhancing
And now I regret
Not waking up until the day
Because by the time I realize your true meaning
You're already away.