Two stars collide
And the random
Yet constant
Order of things
Come to a standstill
The vast canvas
Of space
With its background
Of black
Peppered with white
Bright light
Is invaded
By an explosion of gases
With frequencies so high
Is it a new planet?
The galaxy is not the same
The sun
Spinning perfectly
On its axis
Warming worlds
Comfortable with
Its location
In the Universe
Refuses
To make space
For the new entity
Is he too set in his ways?
Is he a little afraid?
Will he make way for the shooting star?
Or will he leave the galaxy cold,
Without a sign of new life
When he dies?
Written by Precious Dennis Elliott (All Rights Reserved)
