In starry eyes, beneath starry skies, we sleep together in the fitful night.  We are one, we are the same... once two separate people, now lovers, now with lives entwined and enmeshed one with the other, our strands, knotted, braided, entangled in ecstacy and muted divinity... not of our own, but the reflection of it... within our lives, like silken cords once flying free, now inevitably locked in their embrace... the cords still have the appearance of beauty, but were they to be untangled, unknotted, and separated from the other, they would be wrinkled, filthy, unlovely... they are not to be on their own any longer... We have become one, and one we shall stay... until forever turns her head and walks away.