This world

This world is so achingly
Beautiful, the soft night
Falling on a city distant,
The cool air settling, the
Silence sinking, the bustle
Subsiding, I am in awe.
Awash in the energies.
Streaming with complexities
Unimaginable, impossible
To know or to
Understand. Forever whys 
Tripped upon hows
And even whens to leave
A void, a space to be filled
By my self, this too
Unknown, its ending and
Begin, its grand misery
Deft unlonging.
Is a creation too glorious,
Too much, too much,
Too much for my heart to
Bear as it expands and
Wraps itself, a womb for
This world, this world
So achingly beautiful.