“What lies beyond?” she asked me with a voice so innocently sad.

“Do the cosmos echo the melody of starbound travelers? 

Are there stardust rivers that ripple through still primordial skies? 

Or is there only darkness, a rumbling void that comes to swallow all we never knew to ask, about the world above?” 

I want to tell her the truth. Tell her of the weighing sorrow that comes with open eyes. 

“There is primordial love.” I reply, “A promised idea so soothing it sings like waking dreams.”

“There is a man.” I add, “Who zips through the black, and waddles through the blue. 

He charters his course into galactic doom. Searching for a woman, who would ask him to stop. 

Searching for his nova among the stars beyond the skyline.