And most of all, draw energy from the bright, twinkling stars above you.
Be the huge balls of gas watered down by distance, still so fervently beautiful even from a magnifying glass.
Be the ebony oasis cleaved apart by their shine and shimmer,
but also be the shimmer.
And on nights when there is nothing but a perilous blackness spanning the length of the sky, remember me then.
"Cut open the sky," I'll say.
And you will.
Because your sterling little soul
can't stand not to.
—s
