Loneliness is a cold, dark planet.
We are isolated by time and distance
across the soundless vacuum of space
where warmth and light are diffuse,
their intensities inversely proportionate
to the square of the distance
from the source of absolute energy,
the miraculous star-fusion of love,
a love too far to melt the frozen seas,
but its cold light is reflected
in your ethereal beauty, the way
you color my night sky in cool blues,
and reds that glow cold at such distance,
light that helps me find my way
across the perilous surface of loneliness.