Now you’re back observing our cobweb constellations,
Helping me collect the stars’ letters of resignation.
Since you’ve returned from the Andromeda galaxy,
Have you been suffering from start dust deficiency?
Remember when we observed, with the lonely pools of pale lamplight,
The colour spectrum refracted into a pinprick against the night.
There’s a secret message, carved millennia ago to heal our own scars,
Can you help me translate the salvation scribed in the stars?