Stardust: Valentine for the Universe
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of our minds.
High up in the sky the little stars climb,
Always reminding us of Sagan and Einstein. . .
We dance across the cosmic continuum,
Choreographing math to let minds fly.
Geocentrism is now the stardust of yesterday,
The cold detachment of the years gone by.
Love is now the stardust of reverie,
The joy, the wow that we forsee.
--apologies to Michael Buble, lyricist of "Stardust"
--the real "Stardust":