Stars without meanings

'If you gaze at the stars long enough, they will turn into numbers and math. It is at that precise moment that you should decide whether you would continue seeing them as miracles, or mere rocks and calculations."

Else, I would not be able to grow, is that right?

What blabbering nonsense, undivine quench.

A song without rhythm, dance with me,

Into madness, enchanted, without melody,

Until the day parts us, and until noon,

We will dance always, after no tune.

Until the moon has inflated, into a balloon,

Until the world has ended, on a raspy noon,

And you will be here, with me, always,

Endowed with this suffering, and its taste. 

Until we grow up, to the never more,

When the tales ended, those of yore.