It is nighttime. The stars glimmer in **** near infinite distances and directions, sending out static signals that we may never hear, emitting light, we get to see long after they are deceased. I would give you these burning things. I would send you safe sparkling dreams of space travels and grand adventures. If my hand could stretch beyond the horizon of a black hole I would reach out into the gravity field and gift you the unknown. For a small smile or merely the hope that one day past your pain you will laugh again and find sweet dreams I would give you eternity. But for now all I have is poetry. So, I give you the heart of my words, they are yours to do with as you please.