Fine Line Aura

I look at the sky and wonder. Wonder at the purest shade of blue. I look at the sky and try to envision a world without this shade. Would the night not know when to turn the darkest of blue? Would the stars simply lose their shine?

I look at my skin and wonder. Wonder at the wrinkles that fine lines of wisdom tread. If our skin remains unchanged will our body not know when to change from mere childhood to adolescence from adolescence to adulthood to adulthood to elderly? Will we remain unchanged? Will our knowledge become a one page memory?

I look at the sky, I look at the water flowing beneath my feet, I look straight ahead, I look right at you and see....

eternity one that lives behind the stars, the nova, the milky clouds around the stars, the foam above the ocean, the sand caressing my toes, the soul breathing within your chest.