Quasar

The closeness of your distance

In your brightly darkened sky

Is the evidence of witness

As it offers solitude.

 

Far from civilized perfection

In the clouds above your halo

I find solace and reflection in

Your peaceful attitude.

 

With the flickering of starlight

Tapping gently on my shoulder

Comes a quiet resolution

Brushing softly on my skin.

 

Though the cannons may be rumbling,

Thundering on the distant hillsides

You can still their blundering

And make me whole again.

 

Brightest object in my night

Shine on me your giving light,

Kindle fires in my heart to

Make my wretched soul take flight.