holding a quill, i'll cut through the night

you'll see me because you are simply that bright
i'll reflect against you and outshine any color
and we can call our connection whatever we want
gravity, perhaps, is the most attractive one
you'd whack me over the head for that pun

we'll let us take shape in the far and the near
pass right by each other like the blades on shears
once in a lifetime, once in a million years