The feeling of feeling the heavens

These big glimmering crystal ball eyes are home to the dark black skies , Full of stars , I bet , in them is where the universe resides . They can’t blink as they glimpse a strong , rough , tired hand , A hand that has won the battles of life , when the time was trapped in an hourglass , in the grains of its sands . The beauty of this hand , as soft as if wrapped and raised in a blue cloth of silk , Softens their rough gaze , as it moves towards them to tuck the curly locks of brown behind her ear .