Burn

In an infinitesimal expanse of space, a star burns. 
Its light and energy feeding the surrounding blackness,
A nothingness containing nothing.
I lay on my couch or bed seeking a life of dreams
And finding my only life within my dreams.

The star burns less, it’s beginning its sleep
At the end of its solar cycle
The dreaming begins.
I would like adventure
Feel some passion, to be liked and admired.  How about
Just a friend. 
I close my eyes.

The star wakes, waving a flare
Hello empty space, let life begin.
My mind dreams in the Dance of the Spirits,
I wake in the sun’s glow,
Stretch to greet this sunlit day. 
And it burns.