Astonished and smitten by the beauty, He looked at the galaxies all night long. Found beautiful patterns, No one had ever found. How naive he had been, How completely blind, To go looking for beauty, That was just all around. In the first breath of a newborn baby, The first immature fight with a friend, The ear reddening and quiet whispers of profound love. He was crazy after all, Went looking for beauty in the skies, When it had already been all around..