In the quite center of you, lies the same that is in me,

we share this though we do not see,

it is from this spark that we are made,

to burn so brightly whilst on parade,

as stars shot forward from the dawn,

tumbling on and on, anon.

Ever onward within the dark,

fumbling forward toward unseen marks.

We think we do this as but one,

but we together burn as the sun.

SLS