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