The knowing 

I remember the ancient glory of the stars
the vast flinging-out of existence
I remember the creation of planet rings
(soft dust-glow in the darkness)
and the tying down of moons
I remember the truths and the answers
to questions now forgotten
to an essence of this universe no one can grasp
for I have seen beyond the nebula and the galaxies
to the edge of nothing.

A dark twist spun off from a section of the poetic, philosophical and beautifully bright Le Petit Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. 

The last prompt for NaPoWriMo 2016 was to write a poem in a different language or to translate one from a different language. This darker thought came to me as I read through that favourite French masterpiece. But what I really intended to do was write this in translation:

When you look to the sky,
at night,
because I will be living in one of those stars,
because I will be laughing in one of those stars,
it will be for you
as though all the stars are laughing.
For you, the stars will know
how to laugh.