Tonight, my love, we shall travel together,
losing ourselves in the Big Chariot.
We'll ask to the Charioteer to drive slowly,
for I to collect a drop of sky.
We'll bathe ourselves in spasms of light,
and I'll knit statues of meteors for you.
I'll sleep in your step
melted by the giant White Way.
Both of us shall return comets ...

Give me your hand, my love,
tonight we shall travel together ...