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