Some of those streaks of blue you see in the sky are not comets are falling stars.  Someone has found their star glass machine, hidden in the darkness of doubt and despair.  They have learned to ride and balance on thought. On memories of light and imagination caught, within a star glass machine the emotion engine starts.  

Endless blue blazing fills my Lightcycle machine, lightning bird wings spread far and wide, I travel at the speed of thought to places unseen.  Across the stars and into your mind.  I find the universe and your beautiful shine.  It is all endless! All forever! Eternal memories, Infintie light melodies.