gone is the night i held the book of stars to my eyes.
gone is the night i held the moon against my cheek.
gleaming constellations cupped in my hands,
the aurora shimmering around me.
subtle visions rendered in shifting dusklight,
filtering through incandescent layers of stardust.
swirling nebulae and the door between, open.
the celestial clock standing still, the night i dreamed behind my mask of cold, silent fire.