Star Struck Poem by William Coyne

My insignificance among the stars,
so vast and many that rule the night skies,
mine to recognize, often goes unfelt
when the rising moon smiles on my face,
and curries its favor as I embrace
its gentle, comforting companionship.

Or as I disappear among the throng
of my kind who fill this little spinning earth,
a glancing brush upon my beloved's hand
delivers a flushing feeling so grand,
we are ever all that there needs to be.
We are the universe for all to see.