Look up,
And the rest is a blur
Of color
And faces
And life under a thousand stars.

Your heart catches
On silver moments inside memory
And past
And light in the tunnel,
And if you open your eyes
It’s still here.

The sky is shining
And the swans are dipping
And soaring
In colored fragments
Above and inside.
It whispers your name
And fills your lungs with gold.

“Look up,”
She says,
With the the universe
Under her skin
And shining in her face.

“Look up.”