A photograph,
miraculously taken of a star’s birth,
taken just when that star ripped itself
from
absolute chaos
(near the constellation of Sagittarius,
my birth sign)
an undeniable thrill,
this sign –
a star born at my sign
Scientists become poets,
(a rich and powerful dichotomy)
describing a supernova
explosion
as
red-glowing high-energy starlight
chaos
The new star
as
striking interstellar dust filaments
energetic processes
and lace
Spectacular creation from
reckless chaos,
a piece of heaven
captured in starlight,
restrained and magic fighting
to escape
confined and passion
within.
One entity within
that star,
strikingly interstellar.
(Its light takes 3000
years to reach us.)
Never fading within
our sky.
That new star,
midwifed by my own heart’s
chaos.
See its light made free from
wreckage made 3000 years
ago.
Strangely shining from its
own birth – when past meets future
in a universe’s endless timeline.
Spin wildly,
my star.
Photo Credit: margretemborsky via Compfight cc
beautiful~
Gorgeous poetry!