Perihelion

At my closest approach to the center of mass
I feel a force burning me into glass,
Yet pulling further beyond than a transparent gem
I feel the tide melting me from the stem.

Those who observe are seeing the nature of space
Recording the path to my eventual erase,
Yet the irony is I will always be here
Part of the center but will not appear.

This is the result of my closest approach
My final orbit before this Perihelion reproach,
Yet a glimpse of the end is only the start
As I pass the horizon and into the heart.