Did you see that constellation?

The one full of anticipation,

with a cold-hearted sensation?

So far from the soaked city,

eyes of fear, of pity,

unclear of what to be?

The exploding balls of light

hesitated before taking flight

into the darkless night

of reality.

They flew in and out of focus

before they really knew us,

and learned the meaning of trust.

They flowed through space-time,

through every rhyme,

their movements all but bells and chimes.

Their acceleration started dropping

before it could start cropping

up and only then it was stopping

on a dime.

Did you see that constellation?

The one praying for your cooperation,

melting in its own anticipation?