As the fading blush of twilight recedes,
On a calm and tranquil summers eve,
And shimmering specks of silver light,
Faintly emerge to adorn the night,
I gaze upon the stars.
Stars are the universal
That connects all consciousness thus,
For that which we imagine,
In turn imagines us.
Like all who are sentient,
And all who have come before,
We ride a wave of wonderment,
And crash on starry shores.