Dark Thoughts

Shooting Stars
A streak of black
Tails intertwined as they tumble towards each other,
Towards Infinity,
Towards their destiny.

On fire,
All flame.
So peaceful.
Such perfect harmony as they arch across the sky hand in hand.

Cratered Surface
Worn by work
Pocked by the savage environment of life in a vacuum
Forever Tumblng
Forever Soaring.

There is no difference in a world with no up - no direction.
The journey is hi-light
That brightens the sky with spectacular fireworks as it entwines itself, around another.
Across the gazes of those that wonder at the courage and strength required for such a journey.
Always too comfortable to climb the ladder to the launch pad.

Always content.
Always sad.
Always gazing
With their butterfly nets at the ready to ensnare a unique specimen and drag it back down to the ground.

Serated Razor wings, this pair!
Shining, sparkling in the cool blue twilight.
Forever in defence, carefully dance upon the starlight as electric blue sparks trail in their wake.
They unravel the net cast upon them and soar,
Once again through the fading twilight to their domain of night.

Again -
Shooting Stars.