Dreaming About My Supernova

In my mind's eye, I see a fleeting glimpse of all the many places she lives, like a sentinel in deep space, stationed to keep watch and protect a plethora of worlds she has been assigned. Chasing down enigmas with the speed of thought, coursing cosmic channels as playfully as a dolphin loosed in the vast sea of stars, sometimes worn and weary from the forays of Shadow pressing in to take control. Occasionally alone, hearing the silence of eternity passing her by, she does not always know where her soul has gone, when she is allowed a moment's rest to dream of her relation to the Underlying Vastness of Being as she realizes how she misses the feelings of being embraced, recharged and empowered to continue as she must. And so she curls up, tightly, imploding as a collapsing star, perhaps to SuperNova when and where she will be needed again.