Meteor shower

Stop. Save this moment.

Lying beneath rain that will never fall, bright-eyed wonder glinting within crystallised suspension. Stretched out on recliners, absorbing the light of a million suns, tanning our souls a golden brown, waiting. Watching and waiting. Imagining streamers of flaring white, the diamond flourish of an icy phoenix; scanning and waiting, watching and waffling, saving all our thoughtful words for wishes, for this moment.

Far and few. Short and sweet, the sugar-licks tail across the brow, crossing out mistakes that only omniscience would notice, its marker-pen absorbed by the fabric of our covering; our real-time planetarium, complete with tea-lights, balmy air, and sprints of silver memories.