Electric neon line flashes, flares. 

Bold numbers blink 

every breath, every beat. 

White streak snakes 

across glowing monitor screens, 

illuminating the blackness. 

We watch, not knowing yet

that it is beautiful. 

The blackness, in which we sit,

perched on a hill, star gazing. 

Warm arms wrap around,

heads come to rest 

on shoulders.

Our silhouettes redefine the night sky. 

Looking up, a sense of awe 

arises with every breath, every beat. 

Electric neon line 

of the northern lights flashes, flares. 

As we watch, swaying alongside. 

Boldy blinking, so many stars, 

forming constellations, galaxies. 

Reflected in your eyes, 

I even glimpse 

a supernova. 

We see the white streak

of a brilliant comet shoot across 

the sky. 

You reach and point. 

I whisper a wish

that this kind of beauty, 

our glowing monitor screen, 

will never blink out. 

Knowing now,

that it is beautiful.