Ever always inches extra
Left to fill the space between.
The insulation, buffer, membrane;
Left to separate the means.

Never are there minutes extra
Left to end our favorite dreams.
The light of day will always come
To chase away the sweetest things.

Nadir as ever, even space
Curled around in gravid skiens,
Ensures the best of universes
Remain for us to be unseen.

Ever always inches extra:
Not enough to reach it seems.
Reality itself dictates
That reaching is the final scene.

But still i try.

I still strive to quantify
But by making feelings, words,
Half the meaning seems to die.

How could I, mortal eye,
Who sees but lets these feelings lie,
Accomplish justified description
Of an infinite divide?

If I filled every single book
With every star in every sky
And every word of every poem
Was a world where we could hide,
And every one of them
Were lit by their own lights
It would still not be enough
To match the stars inside your eyes.

Ever always inches extra:
The ones between you and me.
There is space in which to go
And find out what there is to see;
To travel out amongst the stars
Inches from infinity.

Just take a step.

A couple inches.

I want to see the galaxy.