Though we may pass unto the veil of pale dark of night, we will not fear the death of stars. For in the vastness of the universe a stone hope is born. Though we may fall to the failures of human kind, the ridge spirit of the oneness endures. In the souls of hearts in passionate display forever amalgamated to the universe deepest core. The seeds encoded with the love of a billion generation into the strength of a trillion more. Though we may parish and crumble to dust, love and honor will endure. We count the years as mere seconds in the record of the light, there is no end or beginning to hold markers to. As we young ones divide the blade of grass that is all of us, we still endure as one. The vibrant spark that burns in the soul of all, carried for eternity passed on to hold forever.  Though we fail to see the ocean in a raindrop, we will return all the same. We are held tightly in the loving cradle from once we arise, born for the time when we witness a new life's star materialize. Basking in the illumination that our souls will pass on, into the time when all but light is gone. For we are the universe and the universe is we, born of the stars where our love will infinitely shine free.