Nebula

     You look like something I created in my head.
A nebula cracking a line through that bit of the cosmos
                                                                                    beyond the sky.
     A thin break of black, true black,
                        running through the aether,
not emptiness but darkness,
     Darkness too thick to see through,
                   too dark to be anything but solid

     But in between the ragged seams,
                                                                               a breakout of light,
          too bright and unyielding to corrupt.

     Past your edges are lightning strikes of colour,
Tangible-looking fogs and floods of grenadine red and orange
streaming out like ink mixing with water at the half speed
                         of a second.

Looking at you is like the serenity of starlight and crime scenes.
                                       Let me live on starlight and crime scenes.