she voyages through the cosmic lands, my inception of supernova. she comes apart within hurricane hues of violaceous musings, and phosphoresces upon the bodies underneath. oh, my beloved star, you burn brighter every time my vision meets with yours. you aren't art that is only admired when twilight weaves itself into the ethers— you're art for an eternity. you blaze, and you'll keep on burning, until our beings evanesce to dust. may i wane or may i stay, at the end of the day, it is your luminescence that will guide me until i turn to grey.