All That Matters...

Together we sit in the midst of infinite,

resting for a speck of eternity.

As I look into your eyes they open like shutters..

In I peer as if seeing through the windows of your essence..

We lay and look up into the night sky, watching the stars hang by strings.

Strings played like a harp, for in their awsome beauty it's music to the sight.

Two people in the middle of forever seem almost insignificant,

but within its great splender, you're all that matters.