meteor rising

Kaleidoscopic Zenith moves my soul:
A meteor cuts across the firmament;
Regal in its glide, it burns Air’s bowl,
Lighting its pale track mildly, imminent
Of getting me consumed by its rich fire
As I lie waiting for the moon to soar,
Chase this dim night away, then calm its ire
To yield the stars, Andromeda and more.
Lest I go undermined by lapse again,
Out comes this brilliant streak to save my hour;
Yes: it has borne the moon, has failed the bane,
Obtruding the horizon’s sleeping power.
Lantern of the night, you are astral,
A true breathtaker, so phenomenal.