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Beach

As the sun meets the horizon,

as the light burns orange and white,

we feel the cold of the oncoming night.

Clearest black sky,

a billion galaxies reflect in my eyes,

a miracle of light in the blackest night.

The sand beneath us, still with the warmth of the day,

the universe above us, vast and mystical in every way.

Sleep deserts us as we silently watch.

So much we can never know,

secrets on show, out of reach,

we lie bathed in starlight on the cold beach.

Silence speaks between us,

two minds with a single thought,

how powerful we are to see such stars,

Our existence in perspective,

small and insignificant.

Our thoughts intense and wild,

as we watch the stars,

our hearts are alive.