Have you ever heard of ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ by Frank Sinatra? It’s an oldie that I can never pass up, no matter how out-dated it sounds to today’s society. Asking a lover to send you out of orbit, and fill your skies with stars and comets. That’s a timeless love that even I can only dream about, or write in my notes. Stars as memories, shooting stars as memories streaking the night. The vast ocean of the universe, ours to fill with our love, and the earth our bed.