Fluid as Glass

Fluid as glass, brightly flows,

In colors and shapes,

Through differing waters,

Aligned with stars,

In the night sky, 

The stars shake and disturb me,

 My sleep is light,

Knowing of impending endings,

Black and bright at once,

Shocked as intended,

I choose the Dark, endless night,

The Universe is blank,

Where I belong is far from home,

Yet I wish to return,

And tell my tales,

Of fires in the sky,

And Worlds that have Burned,

And that is news,

That I return,

Who would recognize me,

So long away,

And in misshapen form,

No return for me,

Just a decaying orbit,

Hovering here, I reach out, and touch the face, of God……