To watch the Clear Night Sky

To watch the clear night skies, with what words and with which poem or brush can I at last shine a light on the mind of the searcher,  
   
With what can I explicitly explain the divinity and sacredness of the stars of which cannot be seen, knowing with a depth of certainty they are there without changing the meaning,  
   
How do I express myself when magnificence is just something wrapped in mediocrity in fair comparison, when searching to expose the truth and beauty of nature in the things that I cannot explain,  
   
To try and explain a clear night sky, is to trace unseen paths, with words that last less than a minute in time or a shadow cast by the silhouettes of stars upon stars,  
   
Sewn in threads so faint, they evade the light  
and yet brilliant, unbending, and alive.  
   
With what can you completely explore the hidden things one can not see, What words, then, can unravel this weave of the universe?  
   
What poem might pour out the shimmering sparkle that in a glance would be more words brushed carefully across the empty canvas, whose gaze rides the waves of darkness, endlessly longing for a gleam beneath the calm?  
   
And in that patient dark, we find with no voice to map it, no line to confine it, the hidden things, gliding just beyond our reach,  
whispering what cannot be spoken, all nestled within an untouched piece of paper,  
   
O to draw out the truths of beauty and nature,
that escape us in daylight, that defy our senses when only ink and the quiet hand remain on wordless scroll.  
   
Always searching to expose the truth and beauty and nature of things that we try explain with words.