We’ve been there, in the velvet where the other planets lay peacefully nestled in permanent storms, encircled in forever crowns. We’ve been there, on the dusty little rock that pulls the vast oceans as it whistles by super, harvest fixture in the black night sky. We’ve been there, away from our home or perhaps drifting through places we belong ever expanding, ever careening in the milky galaxy. We’ve been there. And though I am no astronaut I have no need, for I see the perfection in the universe from right here, dancing with you under the stars.