Moonlight is my moonshine,

Orion my opium.

Cassiopeaia is cocaine to me

Perseus my pills.

Standing under the watchful eyes

Of seven sisters

And gazing upon them

In wonder,

I am addicted,

Enthralled,

By the treasures of the

Night sky.

Moonshine is nothing;

Moonlight is everything

What pleasures do I need

When I stand underneath billions of them?