SUN LOVE
Never let it be said,
then
that the Sun does not
love the Earth.
Even on her coldest
days
when she will not see
him
he protects her still
when she will not
acknowledge him
he waits upon her
still.
Painting the heavens
as a gift
leaving rubies at her
feet
guiding her through
the empty void
shielding her from
the nothingness
waiting for her to
turn her face again
to the warmth of his
embrace
one more time in an
eternal dance
her smile worth a
thousand lifetimes of effort.
