The sweet nectar of youth.

twinkle twinkle little star

how i wonder what you are.
there's a star outside a twinklin and a winkin at me.
though a quivering star is but light traveling through the atmosphere,
churning and yearning
and deflecting and refracting
and moving and shaking.
but we're still looking at the same moon, you and i;
and so it is, from there to here.