Not a blue moon’s chance
in hell beneath the skyline,
gamble your embers,

aces high and hot tonight,
burning white, uncertain stars,

we can only hope
they remain fixed in our sights
it's in death, stars fall.

faceted there like diamonds,
Twinkle, twinkle fading light.

Point of no return,
black hole's event horizon
always threatening,

a cosmic middle finger
void of any consciousness. 

Sapphire chalice,
be my voyager, and yes,
my lunarscape too,

sans the craters and regrets,
and yet, thrice the majesty

and thrice the wishes,
forever lost in spaces,
never to be known.

The universe feels it when
one of its stars dies alone.

Alone, sidling
through Neptune’s sleepy eyelids,
without a whimper

and Cygnus, none the wiser,
that her grace too, is dying.

Her only swan song
is a dissonant lament
secretly relayed,

in blips of a concerto,
a touch of the ambient.

Pained whispers, hard sighs,
what have you in store for us...
endless universe?

it's almost as if you know
what will become of us next.

Will your trumpets blare
at dawn of Revelation?
If so, sing sweetly,

your lullabies still matter,
and your children are restless.

You lie in wait for
the darkening of the earth,
sleep cycle reversed.

it's then, in all your splendor,
we marvel at your beauty.