Looking into the sky,
looking into the sky at night,
looking up at the stars,
looking up at the moon that shines so bright,
and here I am sat indoors, sat at a table in the candlelight,
looking into the sky, looking up at the stars,
looking up at the moon,
looking into the sky at night,
looking up at the glorious heavens,
and quietly sat pondering, pondering life,
thinking of the meaning of it as meteors shoot across the sky,
but wherefore they go who knows,
and who knows why, who truly knows,
but they are as fast as thoughts that flash through my mind,
and as momentary as the thoughts that I pluck from the sky,
and here I sit happily at the table in the candlelight,
here I sit looking into the sky,
here I sit looking into the sky at night,
here I sit looking up at the stars,
here I sit happily looking up at the moon shining so bright,
here I am sat indoors at a table in the glow of the candlelight,
with some food and a bottle of wine,
ruminating and contemplating the universe,
and what it must have taken,
to bring the universe into existence and to create life,
and how grateful I am for mine,
how grateful for my time upon the Earth,
how grateful for the majesty before me,
the majesty with which I view with such fascination,
and such wonder and delight,
wonder that so gloriously inspires,
and that passes so happily before my eyes,
a heavenly sight captured in the mind,
and in the heart, as I sit at a table in the candlelight,
full of happiness, and full of delight,
oh, how powerfully the sight of the universe does inspire,
for it lifts you as if upon angels’ wings,
it lifts you above all else,
and it lifts you above the troubles of the world,
and how easily they are forgotten,
when looking at the majestic beauty,
the majestic beauty of the glorious heavenly skies.
