Sputnik.

Will you be my sputnik?
I'll be the star you'll revolve around.
The star of your focus.
If only you'd be my sputnik.

I'd shine with all my might for you.
I'll smash the electrons of my heart
To burn brighter
And I'd give up on being a Red Giant
Or a supernova-
If only you'd be my sputnik.

Be my sputnik
We'd scale the universe
We'd see it all
We'd saunter past Black Holes
And narrowly escape solar coronas

If only you'd be my sputnik. 

Ad Astra.

She whispers to the stars every night.
The soldier falls asleep looking at them.
In the same open field, fireflies fight to shine brighter than their brothers in the skies.

The child finds his mother's face among the stars.
The stars remind the lover of his beloved.
His beloved wishes upon a star every night;  for the soldier to return home.

She wishes her sister back as well-
little knowing that her sister has been enchanted by the stars; they speak to her as she deals with her brother-in-law's wound, whose body lays on the cold, hard ground, face upturned, drinking in the glorious night.
Drinking in the stars.

She whispers to the stars that night that she's afraid.
The stars console her. They tell her that soon enough, she'll come to them.
She lets a tear trickle down her face.
It falls on the soldier.
He smiles at receiving the tear of the star-whisperer.
Tears from the Land of Tears- a secret place.
He can't go there just yet.
He needs to get drunk first.
He drinks in the night; for he's unsure as to what tomorrow might bring.

The child tightly holds on to his aunt's arm, as she wishes upon a star again, the next night, miles away from the field.
Today he tries to look for a ghost among the stars.

But the stars seem dimmer.
And no dead man's face, nor a wish is to be found or heard, that night.

Because miles away lies two bodies.
Of a star whisperer and a man drunk on the stars.
And the stars seem to weep for the loss!
Of two humans they fell in love with.