Deeper than the velvet of your smoking jacket,
Eyes gaze up and out, on and on, a darkness so complete.
The hairs raise on your arms, diminished by the uncountable pin-****** of light in the sky.
Some fade while others bloom, a million years suspended in one second’s glance.
What if every light were a dream, a human hope once had now held captive by the sky.
Find yours amongst the Milky Way, the icing-sugar-dusting constellation.