She was the nebula

A cloud of planetary dust
but light

The silhouette of possibilities
that somehow fell together

Imploding within herself-her irises of Sun

Matter in the purest form

The body that created stars
through other orbiting bodies
as small and meaningful as life
They used to call her impossible

But the facts can't lie as she does
As open as the sky
reflecting back her own light

A nebula of time