Stare, my child
Head tilted back
Eyes wide and bright
Pupil glitters reflective light
Nebulas matching thy iris
Moon telling stories to thy soul
Illumination recreation
Time passing through broken glass
Wonder on, wonder about all
Gravity gluing feet and hopes
Earth spins on with grace
Trace the lines for story lines
Learn from present to past
A red one right there
And a blue one not far
Burning to burn then out
Look back at third
Blades green and soft
To be here where I belong