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