A spot in the universe

Married eyes upon a quiet night, where dreams navigate the tides of time. It is now hard to sketch a picture of emptiness, when the starlight has exhausted itself into nothingness. Space curls up at the point of non-redemption, and you wonder why of all nights, the devil chose that time to uncouple the mind. Like a chapter from the garden, all that is left is now a spot in the universe.