When you take my atoms, breaking them down to size, I stand in wonder, of the power in your eyes.
For the flash of your lightning, is hotter than the sun, when I feel the rolling thunder, I know our lovings begun.
The heat of your, passions loving intent, flew through my universe, lighting my fires as it went.
For I was just, A lonely star, waiting for the passions, of the love that you are.
But your trajectory, started to turn away from me, still I hung on to, a passionate heat of what could be.
For yellow fires of youth, A nuclear actions what you are, but the fires you've lits turning blue, the signs of a dieing star.
By Donald L Holmes
