For some
She is pale white
a bright light
of deathly delights,

but to me
she turns out to be
a flowing robe
colored with infinity.

She is the blooming
of nuclear roses,
orange and atomic red
spread across
the grand expanse.

She is the sparkling space clouds
gaseous forms
that fill a fraction of the void
in the same space where I hope
my particle fly to rest.

She is death
full bodied
and embraced
in the only fate
I will ever face
neither scary
nor beautiful
merely a matter of fact.