milky twilight waxes
and the lurid, vibrating stars reflect
in the whites of your eyes

you believe there’s something of stardust—
something of god—in all of us
you believe in love
and it shows in your eyes

I too believe (although what kind of faith is it really?)
doesn’t take much religiosity
when I’ve held Love herself in my arms

when you look at me with luminary, star-studded gaze
I know God’s love
and I know I’ve tasted heaven

no longer a question of belief
just a simple acknowledgement
of sheer, perfect goodness
under milky twilight