White Light

I am white light, raw and burning,

I am passion born from a thousand flames,

This body quivers in tremolo,

barely holding what would burst out of me.

These hands are interstellar conductors,

channeling radiant heat.

I am supernova.

We met in passing,

two celestial bodies in different orbits,

and I recognized you blazing through the dark.

This revolution, though disrupted, will not change.

I am bound to my own Sun.

But the power and the fury of this heart in

combustion may well turn a universe to ash,

and consume even memory in the ensuing

void.

There, may we mingle amidst the stardust,

white light quelled in the crush of the

cosmos.