Galaxies of You

It's a mystery to me
that they haven’t named
you yet.
Easily observable
just beyond the Milky Way.
Let me link up the dots
the parts of you
the moon has sparked
into being-galaxies of you
are still emerging,
as we speak,
I can feel
your gravity.

Here, let me capture
how the light curves,
how the shadows dance
around your edges.
They've probably already charted you
as something distant,
yet I can’t help pursuing
the stardust you leave
in your wake.

Scientists claim
the visible universe
has limits;
and that the infinite
remains limitless
and hidden.

Yet in you,
I find love.