bathed in stellar breezes

bathed in stellar breezes
she’s flying over head
casting her gaze on the helpless
thousands of stars dead

her object is clear and fixed
she’ll make it there tonight
even if day and night switch
even if this is her last flight

her hope is rigid and undone
as she rest with the moon
her glaze mirrors the sun
and he knows she approaches soon

but as struggling nebulas race
after dissolving wind
and she’s slowed her rate of pace
his confidence wallows thin

and she’s lost and faith’s gone
Aurora gleams and falters
off with the last
pink cloud in Dusk’s sky
it happened too fast
right in front of you and I

The
comet
died.

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