There's little more to say.

one August night on the planet where I live
I walked out on the porch under the southern sky after
cake and ice cream and saw a star fall so
astonishingly close and bright its fire began
where the fire of other stars leaves off.
and where its light went out I then saw eyes
as only eyes from all the way across can ask:

sweet life
is that still you?

Jerry Martien