The Chemist's Lab ©

It all started elemental, a single H - God's creation.
Clashing atoms created light;
look for white clouds
in this emptiness
we call space -
cosmic coldness,
his perfection.

Beyond the belt of loneliness,
two atoms fused to make
a star;
it's shining there
brighter than white beyond
the red of nebulae -
like a lone ghost,
or an angel.

Magnetic fields,
cosmic cobwebs, I trapped debris and solar flares
like butterflies inside a net;
tonight the moon plays with the tide -
I dream of you,
you never left,
I'll always find you
by my side.