Shooting Stars


Quickly I condense
Gravity grows greater 'til
I burst into flames.

My glow shines pure white
As I pull more mass inside
Puncture the night sky.

It gets so boring.
These little bodies orbit.*
Me? Stationary.

You are just my size*
Balance me perfectly, we'll
Traverse galaxies

We spin so wildly
A true binary system
And nothing around.

One arm of plasma
Reaches over the distance
Don't let go of me.

Eventually
We will learn how to fade out
Only together.

Our cores may collapse
Even fusion needs its fuel.
We are still as great.