To young eyes, everything is drenched in grace.
The sky at night leaves stars no place to hide,
and galaxies illuminate God's face,
a hint of mystery so far and wide.
But passing years rob marvels of their zest.
Then everything was fresh, and now it's not.
Familiarity can jade the best,
and dimming eyes see chaos, blight and rot.
Yet stepping out at midnight, I recall
while peering through the wash of urban glow
how once the darkness caused my breath to stall
anticipating all there is to know.
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