The moon stares
obsequious
then indifferent
as does your face
drifting
in and out
behind the clouds
reflections
in a murky pond
of constellations
celestial dandelions
a cornucopia of wonder
I find myself
fixed upon
the Nebula Glorianus
through whose portal
new worlds
are to be explored
Time and space
are of no consequence
we
are all that matters
locked
in a single embrace
since the beginning of creation