Weaving silk galaxies
Milky way made futures
It is a big big sky
And now these planets feel the long awaited gravity
Pulling them together
Pummeling forward, yet orbiting
At a pace that seems to distance each heartbeat
Til it may seem they’re suspended
Couldn’t these orbits spin faster
Oh weavers of time?
Could those sewing needles swim quicker
So we can leave our old centuries behind?