Inspired by the vastness of our universe, and the impermanence and fragility of our own little blue green planet. 

The moon hangs low like a key lime pie
In a firmament strewn with golden gleams of zest
The sky like a cosmic porcelain platter
Holds this sweet perfection in a state of rest

I sip on my tea as I sit back in my chair
And look at the glimmering stars up on high 
My mind is a telescope of infinite scale 
My soul, a radar that amplifies

I see nebulous orbs dancing around
I see their frigid friends standing their ground
I see the little ones and the gargantuan greats
I see the middling ones jostling for space

I see luminous worlds move in grandiose arcs 
Leaving star dust in their celestial wake
I see comets race into indigo depths
Gleefully chased by their blazing tails

I see weighty old stars in their twilight of being
Collapse in a mighty roar of ultimate endings
I see embryonic knots of vital masses
Heating up at their core in hopeful beginnings

I see torus-shaped, shard-textured asteroid belts 
Circling around an oblong of planets
I feel the formidable power of gamma ray bursts
As they cannonade up vaults of ink-silver granite

I see pulsars and quasars whirling around
Solar winds spreading out in feathered plumes
I hear the happy hum of the cosmos above me
Like a foetus hears her mother from inside the womb

I collapse the telescope of my mind
I shut down the radar of my soul
I look back down into the eyes of our Earth
Now blurred and smudged with eventide kohl

I don’t hear the hum of her kinetic voice
Nor feel the tenderness of her warm embrace
I don’t smell the bouquet of her fragrant skin
Nor see the glow of her beautiful face  

The cosmos continues to dazzle and shine
To skip and to leap, to dive and to fly
While our own little world continues to be
The storm in our teacups, the dust in our eyes.