Nebula

Drifting in a vast expanse,

watchful from a far.

Your auxiliary countenance,

is a prelude to a star.

Ultraviolet light radiates,

pink and blue-green hues.

Golden specks that ruminate,

a protoplanetary view.

Can you be the bearer of my pain?

An interstellar listener.

Until my heart can heal again;

my secret spiritual sister.

An ancestral eye, there to bear

witness, without complaint.

Prepared to ensnare a prayer;

in silent grace you wait.

You are a gateway to creation,

where many a soul has rested.

A patient observer of all nations;

Great Spirit manifested.

Should I die before your eyes,

and unaware I roam,

or fragmented should I hide;

please guide me gently home.