Is our fate like two comets?
shooting through the universe
on a laid out path?
Will we collide
and form a bigger, brighter orb?
Or will we pass each other by
and into black holes
absorb?
Are we like the love affair
between the earth and sun?
We silently revolve around each other
and never say a word.
Yet one without the other,
death would come to life
and day without a night.
Or are we like Halley's comet,
oh so very rare,
only being seen once in a while
and during the time between
no one cares?
I want our planets to align
and the chance to define
how I feel.
So if your star burns out
and mine is still shining bright,
come over to my constellation
and we'll light up the night.
Even though it seems like our galaxies
are light years away,
and black holes are sucking up my will to stay,
I'll try to remember Who's controlling the way.
You're as mysteriouis as the dark side of the moon,
and intriguing as if the Big Bang might come too soon.
So come to me
as the starlight
moonlight
heavenly light glows
and tell me,
are we written in the cosmos?