Little Cosmic Serenade

My little silver shooting star, such energy you do possess: A chilling, silky elegance, from you, I would expect no less. You twirl about me gracefully, illuming, as I lay you down. The planets play a raggish tune while diamonds jive about your gown. My little white marionette, oh are you meant to play that part? For there is not a single string confining your resplendent heart. You stagger-step so perfectly into my orbital domain. The Taurus comes to break our bond, but quickly you restore the chain. ~That said, the Sun began to set, awaiting mother Moon’s reply.~ My little flaming center piece, so gentle is your citric light. Your seared momentum shepherds me to compass you throughout the night. You never falter, though the dance has rhythms far from uniform. You brave the floor so passionately with feet as skilled as you are warm. My little spheric candlelight, how is it that you grant me peace? Perhaps it is your steady hand: O may this feeling never cease! You bend your knees as I bend mine; such mimicry deserves great praise. You are my other shining half who lifts me up on golden rays. ~Together now, the two hold hands, enveloped by each others glow.~ Our little black tranquility, an endless plane for countless steps: it’s here our joy first learned to dance, a feeling we have always kept. We set the shadow-sky ablaze with symphonies of lows and highs. Into the night, we scatter dust, the twinkling-tango fireflies. Our little distant chandelier, a stellar lantern burning bright, compelling and immensely grand, we sway beneath its blessed light. For us, there is no solo act: our sep’rate ways we’ve never gone. How could we ever not perform the pas de deux of dusk and dawn? ~Eternally, the pair will last, for night and day must always be.~ A little cosmic serenade, the melody of time well spent. Celestial bodies resonate to compositions heaven-sent.