The soul of outer space.
Such a cold and distant place.
So lonely and Icy cold.
Made of light eons old.
Yet it feels so close to me.
More pure than energy.
Like an inky black satin womb.
A second home unlike a tomb.
Under moonlight it shines down.
A symphony of music without sound.
Drawing my heart to come near.
To glide skyward and disappear.
Riding the tail of a passing comet.
One with all creation...
neither weak or dominant.