I catch the stars as they fall from the sky,
Each of them is a sparkle of 'why?'

I brush the space dust with a broom,
To tidy the hair of the man on the moon.

I catch satellites as they whirl,
As the lack of communication makes me hurl.

I swipe the light into the black hole,
To show the deep deep cold.

My hand waves the gravity away,
As all weight fades fade fades.