How brightly stars are left to shine, Shine behind the curtains of my eyes— Eyes that nightly watch your silhouette Silhouette, in turn, the world's skies; Skies that pit you against Orion (Orion will always lose the belt), Belt together the seams of space. Space is not so scary with you there. There are other challengers too, Too prideful of their form to notice— Notice how you overtake them, Them who have lost their grip on me.