there's traffic on the Milky Way tonight;
sparks broadcast throughout the world,
speeding in dazzling light against
stellar murals splattered with wishes
from us, foster children of tomorrow.
champagne bottles will become empty,
matches are about to turn into ashes
and the atmosphere will be preserved
solely on photos taken without depth,
so let's dream on with nothing to lose
and twirl around in feathery steps.
hurricanes in the earthly hourglass
shape mountains and flatten hills,
but we stand our ground proudly
believing in one another. at midnight
we will spread our arms wide
and embrace the divine balance.