Galaxy

If you were to stand beside me and gaze far into the distance, you’d see a simple star illuminate itself from the majestic galaxy hovering overhead. The star would protrude itself in an aura of colors dancing heartedly among the distant moon. The moon would shine its glitter into our atmospheric hole and light up another dimension into which you and I would dance for an eternity but it would feel like just a diminutive minute. We would fall on our backs and gaze as the galaxy demonstrates an encore recital while we roll down the hills and fall into the dew covered grass. The night sky would swirl around us and we would observe in incredulity, oblivious to our surroundings, and stare. The stars would fade one by one into their ultimate closing act and you and I would smile. We would look far into the expanse as the radiant galaxy folds itself and draws to a complete end as the sun rises overhead and completes the performance. And there we lay, fallen from intoxicated joy as we breathe in the atmosphere and nothing else matters except your hand in mine.