Elliptical

He talks to Comets
tells them Secrets and Tales
they listen with rapt attention
sometimes crashing and burning
sometimes passing innocuously
through the Universe

Sometimes, the Comets tell their own tales
streaking tails of tales across the night sky
passing sleeping cities, flying over pastures
we watch with rapt attention
sometimes crashing, sometimes burning
but never innocuously

We wish, we hope, we dream
of catching Comets in a jar,
keeping them like wildflower jam
and spreading them on brainy toast
and savoring every Cosmic bite

But, He talks to Comets
tells them they belong among the stars
to sail away and find a new lover
Far away and return when they feel free