I turn into comets fire
you bend avoiding glare.
I imagine craters on moon
you are aglow in beauty fair.

I seek out falling stars
through blankets weave.
You thrive in colours seen
while black holes I conceive.

I observe planet rings
dangers in rock or stone
you are penning silver ink
as fairies dance past known.

As I go orbiting to left
and you aquaplane right
we meet as one in eclipse
in moments of pure delight.