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