Symphony for the Sun

There was no darkness before the light.

I was just a stone and she a lonely star in the sky.
But one day she walked across the courtyard into my sight
like a shooting star scorching the fabric of night!
We talked, we laughed with distant orbits
but slowly our worlds came together as we got to know
our hobbies, hopes & fears, hands, and hugs.
Then one night love caught us by surprise
and she was no longer a star,
she was the Sun that made my sky.

We hugged, we kissed and we swirled
The forces beyond our control kept us in each others orbit
She left for the night, but the next day she was back again
smiling, kissing, burning in a sea of blue!
My world of stone blossomed into Life!!

With her heat, the still air swirled into cirrus sunsets
cumulus titans released floods
the water froze & thawed, shattering rock into soil
and those titans dropped a gentle drop of rain
where a seed could sprout and,

like me, grow towards her light.

Day after day after day, she was there.

The darkness of loneliness I never knew existed before her

became the defining feature of the hours without her.

Every day that cold loneliness of night inside of me
disintegrated when I saw her laying beside me,
the heat of her love burning a sunrise,
igniting the sky like a sea of gasoline!
With her reliable light,
life arose, developed & evolved,

tropical forests grew
their fractal complexity the form of my love for her,
their symphony of life was the content,
the birds were my poems to her,
the trees were my love letters,
the vines bound my heart, mind and soul
and the rivers were my blood, how they flood!
as she the battery for my beating heart
that pulls my blood into the sky
I pull it down to me
and from this tug of war
came the symphony.

Life evolved around her habits,
Waking up when she was here,
sleeping when she was not,
growing when she was here to stay
dying when she was gone...
In the winter, annual plants would die
Perennial trees would shed their leaves
crying tears the color of the burning sunsets
and, when she returned, bursting into tears again
tears the color of the sunrise.
When she was here to stay,
the trees' green eyes,
like me, could not but live for her light.
The animals would forage the annuals,
migrate to the tempo of the tears of perennials,
and explore the space of form as evolutionary artists,
Jackson Pollocks splashing traits onto the canvas of Life's infinite possibilities

The dawn chorus of tropical birds reverberating, shaking the leaves
like Beethoven's Ode to Joy, making even a deaf man cry!
The Amazon was the Louvre with the greatest works
Yosemite the Sistine Chapel where God created Adam
The Serengeti the Globe Theatre with megafaunal Romeos & Juliets

The Yukon was the Hajj, the caribou pilgrims,
and the floodplains forests of Loreto are Kärntnertor,
where those joyful birds forever sing.

How could you not believe in God
after hearing the symphony of symphonies called Life?
After seeing the bromeliads blooming on the branches
as the joyful birds disperse the seeds of the canopy tree,
as pollinators play Cupid with the flowers
and the wind is Hermes delivering love letters for coniferous trees.
All of this came to be because the Sun, she came to me.
Two lovers' synergy has the energy to bring our worlds to Life.