Grandest. Loveliest. Grand. - Poem by Daniel Thomason
Your tender blue eyes perform miracles through a break of magic -
To prove science an eternal mystery -
To burn countless colors across Andromeda and the Milky Way -
To sprinkle stars across a moonless palette; all for its gleaming auroras...
They bear galaxies -
Galaxies that skip past heaven's reach where they perform ballads -
Oh, lovely, their ballads that shoot orchestras like falling stars,
To hail your majesty behind a spherical window -
Where the treasure sits within those retinas, quite opened -
Sapphires glowing through you, oh tenderness –
I could only smile, widened in awe as I star gaze...
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