It’s late, long past midnight
but not early yet.

There's a faint light in the sky,
On the edge of our atmosphere.

Is it the deep indigo of fading dusk?
The tinted aqua of rising dawn?
The harsh silver of a harvest moon?
The light of stars?
The glow of galaxies?

Superposed in these things
it is intangible, metaphysical.
It illuminates us, washing through
layers of human experience and community.

In the decay of atoms, and beyond the universe.
From The Empyrean, between their times;
Of your body, in your mind,
Sublime.