The singing began each dawn.
But every clear night, you shone
like the large Magellanic Cloud.
You spoke through silence.
So far I have looked where the concentration
Of gas and light are highest.
You're the closest to heaven that I have come.
You are a rare instance,
In a rich harvest of stars.
Millions of collision events are recorded.
But seldom few are as interesting as ours.
You live at the speed of thought and light.
A possibility which might be overlooked.