a glimpse

By Ben Doyle

wish i were there

watching you stare

up at the stars in the middle of nowhere

they stare back and laugh

to future from past

with a love that can barely be grasped

with hardly the wink of an eye

they've graciously filled our dark sky

forever they'll be to whomever will see

the glimpe of God's covered right eye

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