Stardust,
Heavenly stardust.
How ancient is your glow?
Millions of years,
Of your shining light.
With stories left untold,
Generation after generation.
Quasars and plasma streams,
Extensions of your darling light.
How magnificent less appreciated,
These ancients shining in the night.

A little boy
Maybe a bit too old
Kissing a girl with a heart of gold
He tells her "nobody can know"
then he sees how far he can go

He tells her yes
When she says no

A little boy
Maybe a bit too old

Turning a girl's heart
Into stone.