A Star Born

I float, dark in the expanse. 

Listless, 

waiting. 

Shimmered gas,

twisting around myself

in anticipation.

I am murk,

sipping myself in cool specks,

wandering among speckled lights

far off in the void. 

I heard a low hum;

a smile that sighed in love. 

A chuckle forged through my vapor

and a dim song began.

Two twilight forms came from among the horizons.

Closer they swept and danced with hands clasped around each other.

Their wings turning in waltzes

mixing me with their forlorned gazes,

pushing soft, subtle whispers through me 

and carving a form for me.

I had no shape

yet they moved me.

They sang a song 

that forged me from ashes.

A light sparked in my aura,

my dark gases shifted,

circling quickly in the wing's paths,

catching the echo of the song.

I was thrumming,

the speck of light grew,

beating, pulsing harder and harder.

Soon they fluttered to vanquished the horizon. 

Then came the Voice

it surged through me 

vibrating my soul

entrancing my gaze

and my limbs.

I could not see Him,

but I felt His hands gently embrace me

He led me from one corner of the universe to the other,

spun me round in our dance.

The light in my center surged bigger and brighter

His laugh force my smile.

at last He twirled me quickly,

my light exploded in brilliance,

my body amassing into a sphere.

I burned bright and shone; 

a beacon to the galaxies.

I sang as I still sing,

bright, bold, joyous in my refrain. 

Now I am a purge of darkness,

a light to guide the lost,

a proclamation of hope,

all because He once touched me.





Thanks to Jim Crigler for the suggestion: The Carina Nebula. Click the link to see the picture that helped inspire this poem!