and the solars are so much to wonder
as staring in the dark shadowed night
as if them too are quivering
at the patterns of the impossible.

as evening falls and sky turns dim
and eyes are bound to seek the beauty
of gorgeous stars as born anew
igniting all that fears to exist
and quenching all existing fears
the world goes out to witness
the birth of the heavens.
and as this marvel brings so much life
to the night of such horrible weight
sparking just one bit of joy to the darkness of such sorrow,
the world stands ignorant
ignorant to the patterns of the impossible.

For as this beauty comes to be,
and as the most sorrowful man is emmersed in hope
at that very moment
somewhere afar a star which once shined
which too once brought life to the death of the night
fades into the darkness it had once overcame.
and how can the world still be hopeful?
and how can the man not despair?
for as one night is born
another is dead.
And as one eye finds out
of this horrible death
this death of the heavens and hope,
each one beside finds tears from the light
and bends his head in disgust
as their lives for that moment
return to the darkness of night.

and the solars are so much to wonder
as staring in the dark shadowed night
as if them too are quivering
at the patterns of the impossible.

For despite the death of a fellow
and such mourning and aching for light
somehow despite this horrible end
one man has strength to look up once more
and despite the sorrow which has filled this world with the death of a loved one
he sees the stars so violently strong
lighting up the sky
with a meteor shower.