The Astronomer

She was a galaxy,

Lit from the inside with stars.

He loved the night sky,

So he observed her from afar.

But he was was only an astronomer, 

And she was the endless night,

So he sat with his telescope and waited until the time was right.

He traced her constellations,

He drew her crescent smile,

But the astronomer never realized that even a galaxy can be fragile.

She was constant,

And so was he,

The astronomer and the galaxy.

So he found it surprising when he stepped out in the night,

That the endless sky was devoid of any light.

The astronomer fell to his knees and wept, 

Her name fell from his lips in a desperate plea.

He searched the grass for stardust,

He looked for a flicker of her in the sky.

Surrounded by darkness he realized, stars shine the brightest before they die.