THERE MUST BE ANOTHER,          
        DEEPER AND CRISPIER NIGHT:        
                                        
              
                                          
 THE  KIND  OF NIGHT  WHERE  SHE  REACHES 
 DOWN  FOR  YOUR  HAND  AND SAYS  WITH  A 
 SMILE, "LET'S BLOW  UP  THAT SATELLITE". 
                                          
 AND  THERE'S STARS AND THUNDER AND YOURE 
 WEARING  A  GLITTERY TRANSLUCENT  PURPLE 
 SPACESUIT,     ALL    GOOEY     LOOKING, 
 CONTRASTED   WITH   HER  PEARLY   WHITE, 
                                          
 AND YOU TAKE THE HAND