deeper than words

on a cloudless night,
surrounded by darkness,
the smell of cedar
lingered in the brisk air;
the only trace
of a flame that,
hours earlier,
burned so bright.
—
through the motions of life
forgetting what the night sky
really looks like.
obscured,
is the beauty
hidden in plain sight
by the bright lights
and growing distractions
that the city
so effortlessly provides.
—
the light show
of planets and stars
was just spectacular.
the heavens always intrigued him,
perhaps,
the only real constant
through the passage of time.
those very same stars,
admired by those
who stood before us.
—
the beauty,
in plain sight,
not able to be hidden.