Satellite

  
Shine on, Polaris!
    and once again
    you’re off in your own world
    careening through the universe

I’ll hitch a ride on a shooting star
    that knows my whispered wish
    to emit the illumination that persists
    a voyager, even as I am deceased

But my words are not like yours 
    mine live briefly, with little intensity
    yet their demise is a brilliant blaze
    as they collide against the atmosphere

I don’t want to be little more than
    a quiet moon
    revolving around you
    basking in borrowed light