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