Of cold hands
Attached to the past
I let go, and envision a path
To new and spacious lands.
I look up, and see the horizon
Big enough for my stars to rise in
And it is beautiful;
It is bright and infinite.
How small did I have to become?
Till you could see a person
When you look at my face;
Till you could think of love
When you hear my name
From astronomical distances?
It’s okay;
The sky is not enough
If you want all of space.
Small eyes, opened wide;
They Meet their first light
In new wavelengths.
With you here right by my side
Our love shines too bright
And we’re full of strength.
How big do I have to become?
Till you can see the sun
Rise onto my skin;
Till you can hear the songs
Of the sinking nymphs
At astronomical distances?
It’s okay;
The earth is too much
When all you want has been.
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A/N: When a new telescope is used for the very first time, the observation is called the first light. As an astronomer and a poet, I find this very romantic. The featured image is from the first light of the Euclid space telescope (Credits: ESA/Euclid/Euclid).
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