love letter to the universe

There is something innately peaceful about
a snowy field in the middle of the night.
You can really hear your thoughts,
hear them sync up with the pulse of the universe.

I look out across the roaming vista,
inhaling the frigid air into my icy lungs
I am both exactly where I should be,
and somehow, nowhere at all.

The wind picks up and the trees dance
while the stars above twinkle and shine
the universe is having a celebration
and tonight, I am the guest of honour.

It is impossible not to let your thoughts run free, out there.
All of the room, all of the stillness
they coalesce to form a beautiful symphony
a harmony between nature, and me.

That we should ever feel alone is absurd,
for who could be alone in the universe
when she herself is a kind of alive.
On nights like these, its easy to imagine, its just her and me.