The Night [Unfinished]

I started writing this but can't think of how to end it!!!! Any thoughts on where I should go?!

How can such beauty bring on such despair?
Even though the vision of it is hard to bare,
Getting distracted, looking away, or even blinking, I do not dare,
What if I look away and for a second it begins to reappear?
I get lost in the smooth gradient of colors,
The warms hues slowly decent as the cold hues become fuller,
I long for the brightness that by we used to feel smothered,
As the surroundings just become more depressing and duller.

I dread the darkness that will commence,
I am fearful for the feelings I will have to make a defense,
As what is presently good, moves to past tense,
And the only sparkles of hope, in the sky condense.
How long will the sinister night be for me?
Will my life now be ran by massive, luminous balls of plasma, held together by gravity?
I feel my heart drop with every new constellation I see,
With every new asterism I discover, I only think of what no longer can be.
In the dark, I wonder, blindly making my orbit,
With no regards to what I might crash or collide with,
On the search for anything binary I may be able to inhabit,
But lack to find any other molecules ready to submit.
What will the night do to my heart?
Will it turn dull and white and eventually fade into the dark?
Or will it begin to implode in it’s own grief and be torn apart?
Or will it survive the night and find a new spark?