A Celestial Greeting

Good day, Sun; so nice to see you. At my age, despite what odds I give I can't get anyone to bet, all wagering off, as to whether, the following morning, I will be earth-side or aloft? Good morning, Sun, you're so bright and cheerful, let us start the day with an earful: God put us both where we are, for Light Reason~ Yours to charm the sky, the tales of a season, mine to focus and sigh as I write of your dim and bright – it is a turning world I live in, some turns seeming without caring reason – It is here where we depart – yours a physics, while mine of feeling heart; yours predictable, to within seconds – cycles long into years – mine, a wash, of surprising joys then senseless tears – yours, a place so long in the sky, while my span, a brief hello, and goodbye – Some say, you have a soul, not merely a dawn and a hush – good morning, my friend, your moon does seem to blush –