Gazing At The Stardust Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love those chinks of light, greenish, blue and white
emitted from a cut crystal bowl,
in that light, I want my whole focus to lose peripheral sight
I want; I express a desire to go blind like a mole
gazing at the stardust of a distant nebula,
diffused in heavenly signals, repeating, I see her
I see her; I want her - she's forever imprinted on my retina.
At times I rub my two eyes,
and see what appears to be a Sundog,
two suns, one her living mirage
the other, I now gawk at
it's then I feel almost doubly blest, that one-
I hold both her image and two envisage the aura of her soul.