Gazing at some distant star so small, so slight, so delicate in light, I feel the coldness of a blinded night shiver my flesh. This thing so far, so far, so delicate a sight, is maybe as our own.
And as I blink, 'tis lost amidst a blackness all alone, pierced with tiny shining shards, so many countless milliards of living light embossed with mysteriousness unknown.