In the centre of an infinite darkness,
A speck of grey lit up,
And stretched out in all directions,
In unfathomably intricate arcs,
Etching into the void,
Shapes, patterns, pictures,
Perfectly balanced and fading to white,
Then bursting to yellow,
Flames lighting up the landscape,
Angry, raging, calming,
Settling down into blue-green,
The arcs trickle like ice on a window
leaving trails as they melt,
Until a single drop stains the fabric,
And from it fractals flower,
Creating colour from dust,
Love from air,
And shining in the empty eternity,
Radiating an energy unknown to science:
Life.