You are endless pinpricks

You are endless like pinpricks of light at night;

those punched holes in the
heavens, the expanse of the universe spoken
and speaking still.

My ears must rest between sentences as I sit and listen to
the gentleness of your tone, the
words double-edged, the laughter of your eyes. I

return
and still it seems I start at the very beginning of all that You are.
It’s a wonder I do anything at all.