You don't know...

You don't know,

There's one

Who listens to your thoughts

And steers the prow

Down through their stream

You don't know,

This night

Hides trails of the beasts

And one angel

Watch over you keeps

You don't know,

How doubt

Could hurt you

More than all evil

Inflicted by the world

You don't know,

How love

Like a fire has to burn

And to scorch

Proving herself to you

You don't know,

That sun

Shows all of his might

When goes down

And cold shadows conquer the night

You don't know,

There's one

Who listens to your heart

And through the rain of his soul

Tries to paint a rainbow for you

You don't know...

Not so typical Universe story

Universe... 

Vast, possibly infinite, but beyond our comprehension; rich in matter, but the most of it appears empty to us; mainly lethally cold for the human standards, but nowhere at the absolute zero.

Living in such Universe could be terrifying experience for someone who has left the warmth of the lost planet and who dwells alone in Bootes void, for example. 

Discovering a new Sun, building up a new, vivid, colorful and warm world, full of life, full of will to live, full of passion and desire, is like finding the lost paradise.

Once you found it, how would you call yourself if you despised it, if you left that all, going back into the same freezing emptiness, where you never truly belonged to?

Once you found it, wouldn't you embrace your heaven, wouldn't you appreciate it more than all that cold, vast, empty space around, for the rest of the time you've got left for yourself?

Once you found it you'd know what I was talking about.

If you never found it, then maybe, you've never belonged there.

If you never found it, then maybe, you've just wasted your time reading these words.

Missing you

Cold and distant world, three days away from the supposed star appearance in its local system, although prepared to spend the rest of its days spinning and revolving in the dark till the black hole takes it away.