Stars shining for their hours star we make immortal by our tributary feet. The teeming skies that new knew a god so strangely sweet. As this bright memory that fills our hears and brims our eyes with tears as bright. As the sharp pain that circled round the world that death-like night. Skies filled with stars- one throbbing, empty place. Gold as the love we bear dark as desire. Shriving from tender mists out of our hearts famine and fire.