Poem: World Goes Round

And once again, ephemeral goes our night sky, yet not.
Effervescence remains. The glow of stars.
Our hearts.
For those who may be in the dark, to help you out,
we are at your disposal to solve any doubt that may arise.
This is what we shall do:
we shall go hand in hand to horizon and pull for tomorrow.
And while we do, we’ll take our time to admire the ceiling,
sharing this feeling of our place in space beyond all sorrow.