My Meteor

My, my, my meteor Rocks me to my core She stains the sky With shooting star fire Beside the Milky Way Only far, far brighter. She rides rainbows Seesaws on sky scales Sits and smells grass grow Sees the songs of whales. My meteor’s a metaphor Soon you’ll see what for My metaphoric meteor Rocks me to my core. An alphabetic artist She weaves song after song With word worms wriggling From her all day long. I’ve seen her climb clouds Both hands behind her back Then move moonbeams To lay down a light track. My meteor’s a metaphor Don’t you know what for? My metaphoric meteor Rocks me to my core. She splits the silence With her spaced out symphony They spin sound sparks Into streams of money. My metaphoric meteor Shook me off the floor At all the gigs I rocked to On her global tour. My meteor’s a real rock star She lights up the night Then she crashes down, down, down To be my meteorite! My, my, my meteorite, You are still my rock star light. 23rd April, 2016