Showing Her The Universe

I try to show her the universe without a telescope I take one of her hands- This bracelet opened up is the Milky Way galaxy; these spheres of lace woven so intricately And the knitting needles are the star beams The fabric of space is seamless; Look, inside your eye is a wayfaring nebula Far from it's home constellation Our heartbeats are woven from the dark spaces Between the conjugated matter, Frozen into time and dimensions Love is the singularity; Home is where the heart is beating, And light is the substance that sings The background song of creation And how we are covered with it, inside and out- Take a breath, and then see That you are moving only light- I stop and kiss her hand And her eyes light up with understanding.