We sweat the small stuff which is unrealistic when such fantastic things are happening,
these days are most definitely the days of wonder.

underneath her starry gaze
where worlds expire
I find the entrance to a maze
that sets my heart on fire.

Excitement unspent,
a storehouse that’s
to be opened.

Luminaries dim in comparison to
the light that she shines upon me.
in my wildest imaginings
my darkest despairing
her light
will always find me.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.