Throw down the stars for me.
I have need of the moon,
I need a path to the land of shadows.
We will whisper there of secrets left behind.
We will whisper there our fractured plans.
And I can tell you all the answers,
and maybe you will share a few as well.
For in the dark fabric of our midnights,
only we shall know what is spoken.
I have a gift or two,if you're still wanting.
Or we can let the universe continue to expand,
and grow fat on our ever-wondering.