Sit down by the fire stranger, for I have a story to tell.

Of fire and water – Of sun and moon – Of comedy and tragedy.

Look up into the sky my friend, not down at your feet.

Do you see them, dancing in the stars? Equals among the shiny pebbles laid out upon the canvas of creation?

Like grains of sand spread over a vast desert they sit there, flowing and weaving through.

Truly, how I can only imagine their laughs! Their beaming smiles! Singing as the stars around them fall.

A beautiful sight – A pleasing sight. They are meant to be – the two of them dancing across the stars.

They reach out, to hold each other's hands. Across the seas of space. Throwing their wishes into the skies so the stars may catch them.

There is always some madness in their love.

Look up into the stars one last time.

It has not changed, all the tiny lights of the universe still there. A canvas unchanged.

But there is no dancing – no laughing – no singing. Only the everlasting quiet of a vast universe.

A sad sight – a terrible sight. Some things are not meant to be stranger. The universe is cold place.

One reaches out, to hold hands again. Yearning for a touch of warmth. If only they knew – of the unfairness of the universe.

It's maddening – to search the universe of their touch. What one wouldn't do for love.

To tear the universe apart for the search of their lover – I cannot judge. It is what I would have done after all.

There is always some madness in their love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Take in the spectacles, stranger – see the tragedy in their beauty – and perhaps in that, you may see a part of yourself too.