Quaero

Everyone
Is always searching
For that one thing
That makes them feel whole
And very often,
They search in vain

So much so
That it would seem
Practical to declare
Such a search
Futile

But I know
Now,
Even if a little late,
That that search is real
And that it's true

Because I found you.

Stellar Nurseries

In a world of dismal greys,
Sometimes you find
A bright blazing blue
Or a deep elven green
Or a sparkling red
That beats through veils of cosmic pall.

Sometimes a star
Sends out plumes of gas
And super-charged plasmic joy
That spin through the universe
Seeking out a home
And sometimes those evanescent vapours
Condense into what you'd call
A home.