A golden white sphere in the sky controls the blood in my veins. Her light illuminates the clouds that surround her in a heavenly fog as she makes the night twice as beautiful as it would be if she were not in the darkness. She is the focus of my night, when I am alone and cannot breath or even dream to think. She is the light in the darkness of my mind, and she is what makes life beautiful. She is the reason why I am not six feet under the ground and no longer able to see her beauty.