And I will love you with all my might,
said the sun to the stars,
as the atmosphere grew heavy.
Satellites permit and continuously split our thoughts in doubles,
I’m oh so sorry for all the troubles we have yet to find in the sky.
Illuminate the gravity of this,
twisting the lines and signs as we maintain order.
We can follow the cracked pavements or the rusty border,
holding up the glow of our universe.
But I will love you throughout the night,
via satellite,
until the morning stretches to our eyes.