You stroll across the surface of planet blue,
completely unaware, either night or day,
just how lovely you are. Without a clue
how all the cosmos around you is blown away:
how rainbows fall at your feet, how storms subside,
how the sun implodes in a shower of diamond light,
how bewildered heavenly bodies collide,
and the solar winds pacify the night;
how all the constellations realign
their tributary specks of flame
into a dazzling, exotic, erotic design,
spelling out your lovely name;
how cosmic space retracts itself in scale,
and time, self-destructively, swallows its tail.