To Scratch the Surface of Beauty

When Night breaks the horizon

And darkness infuses the atmosphere

I am a blind man who waits,

Looks toward Heaven and longs

To feel the scales fall away from my eyes.

The stars sing faintly

Their humming song of vast and empty distance

Flash their secrets across the spectrum;

But to appraise these twinkling specks

Is to scratch the surface of Beauty.

The night Sky keeps no secrets from the soul.

It carries the mind across a universe

Too vast to understand, yet small enough,

Contained within this child's imagination,

Absorbing wonder and awe and the grace

That fills the empty, sublime spaces between these stars.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

This was a powerhouse from start to finish my friend, you did a really wonderful job with this. There really is so much about the stars that we couldn't even hope to understand.

[K Scott Smith]

Wow this is a superior piece right here and I love it so much. How beautifully placed before us and surely clear enough to pierce every living heart. Wonderfully written and thought out with tremendous style -

[Jack Wolfe]

For once, I caught one of yours early on my feed. This creates a vivid scene of being able to peer upon the night skies, and take in its breath-taking beauty, to see with a child's wonder, and allow, even for a moment, the ability to dream.

[J. Land]

Thank you Jack. As I wrote this, I began to wonder if I've milked this subject long enough. But, then again, I still haven't run out of things to say about it.

[Jack Wolfe]

Then keep on writing, we'll continue reading.