Space.

I sit dazed,
star struck and with awe.
Stars, moons surround
Swirl and shine,
engulfed in music,
and the sweet air of clove.
I sit dazed,
Galaxies seem to stretch
far beyond my soiled hands.
Like bolts of soft linen
over so many heads,
I feel the universe.
The cold touch of burning heavenly bodies
numbs my arms.
I sit dazed.
I watch amazed by God and man.
I pine deeply for the completeness of space.