Basking in the spiritual warmth of the stars,
I lie on my back and glance skywards
as if trying to perceive and formulate a vision
of Heaven’s Gates.
Thousands of astral bodies stare back;
The Cosmos is truly alive in the wilderness.
Divisions of flashy diamonds in the sky,
each having more value than any earthly item,
create havens in my being.
Observe the stars, child’
they speak more than they display.
The depth of this poem is overwhelming. I applaud your obviously tremendous talent!
Starward