awe

The open “yes” to me within your eyes,
its quiet thunder,
how can I speak of it?
Against the sly light there,
I have no words.
I’m sundered.
But seeing it,
I now begin to know
just what the ancients felt
and gave their voices to
when they, starlit
so long ago,
gazed upwards at
the swirling glories of the night
and then cried out in longing awe
as they were filled with wonder.