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