Moonless Sky

A moonless sky hangs overhead
Like a great gray canvas
As if to beckon me forward
To paint my visions upon it
But what could I paint across the sky?
Visions of you are all that seem fitting
As it is the only thing beautiful enough
To fill the heavens and still be not enough
If I painted the morning and night
With visages of your radiance
I would still need a larger canvas yet
If I were to truly cast the magnificence
That I hold so dearly in my mind