The Brightest Star

I was the brightest star
shooting, fiery, into darkness

my trail of red and green and
blue spun out behind me:

rainbow hue of hope and effervescence
you should have seen me there

fizzing at the speed of thought
through the galaxy curving

from one side
to the other touching

lip to lip - but the crowds
kept on walking, unheeding,

busy with the minutes of their day
as I spun above them, bright, bright,

so far so high so
strong of stardust limb -

but I saw them in
slow motion as I flew

heart in mouth arms
stretched across the galaxies:

raw sinew - my body
grew and grew until,

old, I was made new
and in my edged kiss, knew

the bliss of extinguishing.   But they
had somewhere to get to

and crowded on oblivious
of the reaching darkness with its

one shooting star ripping open
the mystery of the sky.