The Southern Cross

Can you name the constellation?

The one where stars meet?

A star glimmers shyly.

It is met by a burning star with intense love,

They are held in an infinite galaxy echoing untold stories, like phenomena unraveling in front of divine eyes.

The divine traces a cross to where their paths collide.

Fate beckons the stars in a warming embrace,

Not holding back the fire they so desire.

The divine watches the phenomena as they embrace, like watching the planets align.

Will the stars turn into black holes?

Their sacrifices feeding their density of attraction,

Consuming matters of life.

Or a neutron star

Providing light for a thousand years creating the very matter of life.

Their intense light reaching across the universe,

Providing a compass to those who walk below.

The southern cross as it's named,

Is also the meeting place of two souls, who will soon allow their own phenomena to unfold before them.

When they look up to see the constellation, it will guide their steps to what matters in their lives.

Their feet moving towards each other,

The Southern Cross watches over the souls like divine eyes,

Catching a glimpse of what is yet to be shared,

Which will become a story only the two souls will whisper to each other into the emptiness of the night.

Turning constellations into meaning,

And stories into permanence.