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.