I took a stroll with the Queen of the stars
We discussed things that define who we are
Like our place in the grand program of life
This knowledge a curse we both share in strife

Genius of the time; existential insanity
One in the same if you were to ask me
Her smile lets it be, calm and honest
All that is ends, even the flawless

But her beauty remains radiant and immense
A nova of great curiosity and sense
Try to define, it could never be art
There does not exist such questions for heart

Her presence unexpected as the cosmic
Her impression a constant just as chronic
She lives spontaneous as existence itself
Her conscious bares no resistance for self

An afternoon passes as fleeting a moment
The system demands we keep our movement
I hope her orbit swings back around here
Even if it takes yet another year