Bright star whose dusty depth reveals her wrath:
a lonely, wanton sphere, she spreads her arms.
Amorphous, ever-rising in a path
to form a dome in nature’s growing warmth.
Her energy of light with striving yearns.
Her formlessness, a swirling, shapeless ring.
A shifting tumult, red and yellow burns
before she moves to full-blown crystal scene.
Circling the sun, Love strives, forever moved.
She bubbles forth; a hazy, infused fog.
She struggles, summoned, ever must she prove
more than a misty, ill determined bog.
Great nebula, where stars are berthed and born.
We are but specks of dust within your storm.