She Who Births Stars
In the glow of a rose
With a bucket of stars
Dropping lanterns of light
In the shadow of Mars
A Friend at the stern
Gently steering the boat
As we carve a new path
In the Cosmos afloat
When you’re moving through space
On a glorious roll
Can you make a wrong turn?
And become a black hole
If you’re hoarding the stars
Too afraid they won’t shine
Will the Cosmos go dark?
While you hold back the line
What happens to stars?
When it’s their turn to die
When they run out of fuel
In the vast endless sky
When their hydrogen fails
And the helium lags
The star makes up carbon,
Neon, oxygen, mag
When the core turns to iron
It’s fluidity gone
Plus and minuses merge
Into neutral and One
In less than a second
From billions of years
When stars travel inward
Creation is near
Boom! She explodes!
Supernova delight
Releasing her energy
Into the night
In the wake of the storm
She sprinkles more stars
Ringed with sparkling clouds
She births a quasar
If she never had lived
Then she couldn’t have died
There would be fewer twinkles
In the glorious sky
Tiny lantern of light
Expanded to This
By releasing her Self
In the Garden of Bliss
