Second Sun

Worm twists on a shimmering hook
And streaks towards it's final splash.
Backyard wedding, laughter echoes
On the wings of a camera flash.
Starlings find a telephone line
To rest, review the day.
Stars prepare to greet the night,
Born milleniums away.
Traveling whisper, undisturbed,
A million years in flight;
To catch the eye of desperate souls;
To spark in them a light.
Infant's final cry is heard
Above the halted wind.
Stevie Nicks sends frozen love
To caress the somber din.
In a million years on a distant land
Our final light is done
As the worm evades it's watery grave
At the edge of the second sun.