A constellation of words orbiting the page, an ethereal nightmare scribbled through the searching celestials. The page — a distant point of light the lone astronaut ponders upon. The endless night wanders around his presence, falling beyond the known and dizzily in orbit, peripherals contained to the circular visor while the lone astronaut writes. He says,
Starlight does not know of this universal world she unknowingly seeks. She stalks the night; a place where milky ways are chocolate and I am home. I fear Starlight has forgotten and returned me to the bookshelf, slidden me into a crater, and pushed me beyond the cosmos. My words are yours, Starlight, do not fear the page. Mercury, Jupiter, and I assure you, my words will write to you again someday
The lone astronaut retreats to his cabin in hopes that one day soon, poetry will reach the stars and his heart will find its way back to you.