A Comet
Fly in the sky, you, giant hornet,
towards the sun, against the wind.
Shine in the light, eccentric comet,
into the dark you`d better fling.
Arrange the show and die in harness,
let here star shower`s hour run.
You – surveyor`s stake in total darkness,
Cosmos is not for sign a bar.
Exhaust yourself in fleeting dancing,
let after all the summer fun,
and rush away, you, cosmic lancer,
to catch up with a falling sun.
Copyright © Oleg Borisov | Year Posted 2010
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