A Day In The Life: OF THE SUN

In a weightless state of tranquility, paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion in my head into words, which 'til now have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting for you to shine brightly upon them. Freshly painted impressions mark the beginning of halcyon days, where gulls hover just above waves that barely kiss the shoreline, burying tiny toes beneath the coolness of wet beached sand. To what shall we compare thee or can your effulgent beauty be measured by metered stanzas of verse taking form on rice paper and egg shells so that the yolk slips out draining lucent into the earth's core. Your wisdom surveys the high seas, coursing through cavernous veins that harbor quietly in safety channels, as zephyrs challenge moist underbrush among youthful lips, blowing innocent kisses in playful semblance. Oscines sway in sync beneath heaven's domain, bathing in rays of sweet luminosity, as sun-drenched fossils rise, reborn, reclaiming their gaiety to shine unobstructed, teething along crevasses of incandescence. Embrace these Sun days, reflecting on fireside chats and old storybooks, reciting euphonious tales that burn mellow, rising to greet the eyes of omnipotence with chants of celestial song and dance. And to this place we call rapture, let wings of sober doctrine reveal where grace resides within Sol's castle, waiting for the children to come forth with clasped hands in joyful unison. Such days will greet warmth openly, without hesitation, so the orbiting star becomes ever more pliant, allowing whatever name you choose to objectify it, to stand always... Bright, within itself.