That twinkle in your eyes,

swear I could see it

for miles.

But if we observe

more closely

the mosaic

reveals itself.

Specs of dust,

trillions in number

collect and condense as

tumbling

cotton-candy clouds

crackling and cascading.

Billowing towers,

stand tall over

waves perpetually

cresting,

brilliant streaks

in the swirling mist –

like looking through a prism

while watching a parade.

In the vastness,

the great, expansive vacuum,

we find

arcs of lightning,

fireballs,

shining stars taking shape

and making strides,

to lighting the way.

I see the spark in you.