Answer:
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I hold two people together but touch only one. What am I?
I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
Some try to hide some try to cheat. But time will show we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name. I promise you'll know when you I do claim.