Infinitesimal,
we stand beneath the sun
of a gargantuan world.

Heart is born in a locked cage of bone.
Prisoner to it's rabid desire not to be alone.
Love is the crux in what feels like emotional infinities of searching.
Pure unconditional love annihilates doubt's obsessive lurking.

Grains we are, yet with heart's that extend so vast and far.
Reading sacred eternity in the shimmering language of the stars.
For every yearn, the epic answer is love.