The wide span of the sky on darkest nights.
Oh breathless joy oh shattering newborn sight
The space above brings freedom to the heart
And of the stars, what hope this sight can start.
In the darkness, they bring distant light.
On this earth our efforts have brought blight.
Now there is no God to see our plight
Science and reason bring us thoughts too sharp.
I love to scan.
The universe seems full of space and might.
Who can know it’s breadth, its length, its height?
The pain of thinking hurts my mind,sharp, sharp.
Never put the real beside the chart.
I love to pun
How my heart sings 