The arc is full
Crescent towards up
Careening over me

Awe is struck
Like strings on symphony
The Beethoven proud kind

Warmth is radiated
The gentle waves that are her summer
They feed under, above & throughout

Zenith is reached
My arms out stretch to her, the addition
Wordless grace calmly envelopes & folds

Pinnacle obtained, never
Here today, tomorrow, waxing, waning
Cloudless as is, inseparable we are