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
Copyright © Daniel Davies | Year Posted 2016
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