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