we come from the sun

A galaxy died today
It was on the news
No one paid much attention But I laid
Some flowers
As a mark of respect.
" Be not crestfallen"
The blooms of light said.
For once, we will lead the way
And red giants will follow us.
Our last breakfast
Will have to nourish us
For some millennia
After that, we'll live on
The slim pickings of
Passing comets
And the odd meteor.
Be careful on this journey
Trespassing is frowned upon
And gravity can pull one down
So many blind alleys
We'll steer a true course
Through black holes
To the safety of the other side.