I looked up to see a myriad moments of pulsing stars, my
icy breath the soul cloud between us, and my fingers reach
out to touch and feeling only cold, my heart sinks; for I
was alone, an abyss between me and the borrowed lights.
—
And the darkness grows around me as I lie on a blue-green
world. I wait and watch and there, it flashed across the sky
and, in that moment I saw that they too died. And in dying,
gave light to the night for the few that noticed that shining
—
plunging of a meteor lost in space, ripped from its security
to be pulled into our gravity. I gazed as the tiny sparkling
suns silently and slowly moved across the night sky. And
I wondered was someone far out there looking back at us,
—
telling the story of a night under the panoply of the heavens,
where the icy air imbued strength to the imaginings of a
connection between worlds, millions of light years apart,
and a far off sentient being watching and wondering about
me.