Celestial snooker

One last kiss before
the meteor strikes and
the lights go out.

Watching the night sky
knowing not the why
with no understanding
of how deep it is.

There must be a pattern
coded into each system
it’s a mystery to me,

I see seasons in the shadows,
shadows of long dead stars,

the event or should that be the
will be the last thing we see.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.