Domed, the Poem

To see but not quite perceive

And hear, but with haziness

To experience, in a dome. But doomed? No.

Going through each day

With little deep understanding of why.

Seeking reason and to connect

Surviving, completing projects, and fanciful to-do's

Quite clueless as to why.
Abject? And then,

That's when...
Look high. Let's try
To sense extraordinary
♥ passion ♥
displayed in the
effervescent,
luminous
sky.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even.as.also.I.am.known (1 Corinthians 13:12).