International Space Station

From the west soundlessly gatecrashing constellations, as bright as the Magi's star it graciously gave me a minute of it's time and then was gone. Oh, to see what you see with my own eyes, blues and swirling white, that gentle glow that splits the day from night, twinkling clusters of man seemingly at peace. With each orbit serenely as you go, you fear no intruders, violence or greed, witness no suffering, vice or need. See no flashes, hear no scream of war only see how good it looked before it fell abused, beneath the hand of man- it really must be heaven in a can.