Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars 

Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp

Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen

As much as this exists, you are more.

 

Crevices untouched by agents of man, beast, or weather

Underneath tons of salted, diluted, polluted water

Time defined by the unreachable and vast expansion of curiosity

As much as that exists, you are more. 

 

The snows that fall gently into powdered kisses or masses unmovable by a simple nudge

Floods that follow afterward in a series of tears and inpatience 

Sliding earth cracking forth pressures risen from the grave of buried grievances 

As much as these exist, you are more.

 

More than the sand eroding to give all of itself to the sea

More than broken limbs from fragile trees that must grow anew

More than the sun as it sets to the revival of the stars

More than hot pavement after a chilled, dead winter ice

More than the kalidoscope of leaves swirling past a dazed fall glow

More than knowledge, sex, and peace

More than pictures locked up in books sealed in a lamination

More than death, illness, categorical definitions, states of being, and release

More than petty argument, judgment, and critique

More than unique, sweet, considerate, and loving

More than Latin, French, Italian, Spanish, English, Arabic

More than fragments of sound arranged in melodies to portray an idea

More than the shy eye contact, or the watching from afar

More than observation when moods shift and craft a thought

More than hurt, pain, precision, and accuracy

More than strategy and the heated rebuttal in defense

 

You are more. The laugh you give, the smile you create, the tears that you hold, and the time that you wait. You are more than the universe's infinite to me.