CELESTIAL ORCHESTRATIONS~WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SCOTT UTLEY

I once witnessed

A brilliant platinum galaxy

Abruptly vanish

Into a hovering cloud

Of dense

Erotic black

*

I saw a stunning world

Hanging on a mid-night sky

Like a black pearl

A world

Just as ravishing

As our very own cobalt orb

Explode

Into lava-red flames

Then cease to exist

*

I was once

A butterfly who loved

To dance in circles

To the beat of the sun

*

I’’ve been charmed

By the ruby-red eyes

Of dusk’s

Swollen sky

*

Suspended

Mesmerized

I’’ve been hypnotized

By defiant stars

Pelting Hercules’ sky

Over an Aegean Sea

*

An infant

Opens her eyes

For the very first time

And the Universe is born

Once again

*

Truly

Every face

Is the face of God

The lovely face of God

*

But

Never

Have I ever

Laid eyes

On one so beautiful

As you

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