And I watch.
Uneven breaths break from between closed lips.
An observatory in the heavens, looking out to the wonders of the unknown.
Caught between the diamonds in the sky.
Hues of purple, blue and burnt orange tint the raven heavens.
It is not a star, no, that is too elementary.
A brilliant cluster of light and colour.
Gathered together in an almost orchestrated whirlwind.
Spawned from so many wonders,
a perfect combination of all that is a mystery.
Dust from our past.
Incubating the bright stars of our future.
I am captivated, watching him.
Does he feel my presence?
Nay. I am infinitesimal to his scale.
Yet I watch, hoping the strength of my gaze produces a response.
I fathom nothing.
We are linked, by nothing more than sight.
But yet, I feel on the verge of happiness,
and then wrapped up in a shroud.
In a millennia, his light will have reached me.
However it is futile, for then I no longer watch.
Time is too great for my mortal soul.
I will depart, eyes no longer locked on an enigma.