The Dying Star

This is the end of me,

all of me, there is too much of me

that no longer burns--

all this red light, neither warm

nor bright. I am a massive giant

who held greatness once, 

now barely seen

by the naked eye.

Stars die in two ways,

one, explosive, spectacular,

the other, muted, a whimper.

I am too young to die

yet there is too much of me

that no longer burns--

As the universe consumes me,

into dazzling energy

or eternal darkness,

I lie in wait, in infinity,

in all-consuming nothingness--

Keep watching.

In another space, in another time,

I shall be born again.