He stands like Atlas,

my world upon his shoulders,

observing distant nebulae.

Some say they see the creation of stars

But we see children of the greater helix.

 

Suns and moons pull the tides

 up and down the shores,

 Bringing time to our days and nights.

Some say there are multitudes of invisible galaxies

But we call it being on the same wavelength.

 

He is my nuclear fusion,

my coronal mass ejections

and magnetic attraction.

He is my climate,

my state of endless wonder;

my atmosphere.

 

Some call it dark matter,

The stuff that holds the Universe together,

But others call it Love.