Shooting stars

I have long lived in the darkness,

A world stained black,

Devoid of these harsh and judging lights,

A place, free of gray,

and the piercing white.

I found comfort,

in this dark dying planet,

A prison of my own choice,

Faced with no decisions or precision

No color, no focus

No spotlights

Only, Emptiness.

You were a shooting star,

Vibrantly burning stardust

Daring to light a desolate galaxy,

Brave enough to venture into the unknown

Like a supernova,

Your flaming pinks and blues

lit up the endless night sky

In your cosmic beauty,

You made me question

how the very stars align,

And through the threat of collision,

There was constant confusion

You continued to shine

And as I watched from my dead planet,

Your passing colorful light

For the first time, I questioned

Is there something more?

Than empty blackness or the blinding white?