stellar event so bright
it wakes empathy in the jaded,
shooting stars, trails of magic debris,
like electricity leaking from cracks
in the universal backdrop
that is the night sky,
it is alive.

perhaps we break with the cosmos
when born into this world,
losing an understanding
of space and time,
dark and light

and upon expiring from this world,
we rejoin the endless galaxies,
suns and planets
forming organized systems
across an expanding canvas

fear of our final act,
not so scary knowing
we go home,
body reabsorbed as universal energy,
jumping from moons to planets,
riding comets and skipping star to star,

even exploring a black hole
to find out if that’s really
where dark souls are held captive,
and maybe I’ll find
that the closer I get
it will try to capture mine