We were laying over a wooden bed
floating idly above a black abyss,
sitting below nature's night chandelier
whispering among ourselves,
listening not only
to how each other's lives had been,
but also to the evening clamor
of strangers
and the hearty cheers
of wine glasses and serenades.
As most things,
I only noticed
After the effect:
A string of stardust,
shooting across our atmosphere,
leaving streaks of champagne light
then disappearing into the next world.
Tradition struck me,
and with all my soul
I desperately wished
For something better.

Asked,
and I had received.