Reflection

Dusty interstellar clouds
Reflect starlight back
From above your spiral plane,

Somewhat the way the Earth’s clouds
Reflect city glow at night
On a dark sky’s horizon.

The galaxy’s a city
Consisting of stars themselves,
And as with one of your own,

Gathering darkness at heart,
The massive centrality
Of things that causes the glow

And that swallows the glow down
For good when it gets too much.