Soular
Appreciation
Soular Apreciation
As a shooting star I first crossed your path, dazzled by the soular flare which caught my eye.
More often I passed, just to feel the the warm touch of your soular wind; And so it was with great pleasure I began to orbit, possessed by your gravity.
I have become mesmerised by your aura, fixed on that which is soular.
Amber.... The color of your corona, a luminous embodiment of your true persona.
All the while remnants of a forrgotten life go shooting by, so seemingly beautful at burning speeds.... Ashes to ashes, shooting stars to dust.
The nature of a shooting star is the essence of illusive; still I find anywhere but your closet orbit to be abusive.
Yor loving light permeates and keeps me warm, what once was ice now flowing tears.
In all of space I Could not find a more hospitable place....
So indifferent... The spinning core to the beating heart... Shocked with loves current, you gave mine its start.
In stale air you are the fresh breeze, of which I take my first true breath, life before that was the same as death.
Although the life of a shooting star is short, every moment in your presence is eternal bliss.... Even to burn in your soular atmosphere would be just, a gentle, kiss.
