There are windows in this evening sky, pools of perfect midnight.
Stars circle here swimming in the endless oceans of forever;
a time-lapse memory of everything that ever was,
ever is, and glimpses of what still might be.
There are no clouds to obscure, no false lights to drown out eternity,
nothing but my own dreams and the images I carry of you.
I would stay here if I could, eyes closed to all but infinity.
I would if I could.