
For this we go out dark nights, searching For the dimmest stars, For signs of unseen things:
To weigh us down. To stop the universe From rushing on and on Into its own beyond Till it exhausts itself and lies down cold, Its last star going out.
Whatever they turn out to be, Let there be swarms of them, Enough for immortality, Always a star where we can warm ourselves.
Let there be enough to bring it back From its own edges, To bring us all so close we ignite The bright spark of resurrection.