Looking @ you makes me feel Translucent.
You watch over us, So Elegantly.
You ponder our Silliness.
You must think of us as Small, Filled with Self-Importance.
As we busy our lives with Objects and Desires.
You look Angelic,
As if The Softness you wish we had could, Be dispersed and draped upon us.
If only we could reach to you, Ourselves?