Sonnet #368

Give me the cosmos in fourteen rhyming lines

And I will tell you all exists for love

For what fair use is all this void and shine

If only one can feel the pull and shove

Better shared and better faced with you

Hide under blankets and whisper in the dark

About the mysteries we are too afraid to view

The black telescope beckons, will we hearken

The trembling darkness of the endless sky

The galaxies upon galaxies made for show

Be told and sung grow old and teach why

Discuss the color of the stars, grow old

In endless chatter where the edifice accumulates

For love, all for love, the cosmic glory we recreate