You lie upon your back, gazing at a thousand pinpoints scattered like crystalline dust across the night.
They shimmer and shiver as if from their own chilly glow.
Your eyes linger upon them, your thoughts straying into another place, another dimension.
You have at times reached through the darkness to feel their light envelop you.
You have walked among them in their own lands.
You have beheld them in all their unmasked grandeur, when their light and heat have rivaled that of the sun.
Perspective changes all, you muse.
These cold pinpoints are eyelets in eternity.