The Sun

Burning, churning, and brilliantly still,

she cast her own gravitational pull.

Closer and closer and closer she tugged,

yet the distance between us was always too much.

We danced on the edge of perfection,

we waltzed through the ground of suspense,

and in the heat of it all,

came a peace;

a beautiful hymn.

We thrived and grew and enthralled each other,

allowing the gap to keep us together.

Flowers bloomed,

trees grew,

fish flooded the seas.

The passion caused the sky to weep,

but it would always clear in the end.

She'd show her forgiveness with a bloom of colors,

as if to say,

Love would always win.

She thought she’d feel that way forever

Until she saw me start to crumble.

Slowly, slowly,

change fought to interrupt her eternal stillness,

to remove the gap and seep into her reach.

Silent and still and always watching,

she could do nothing to stop my destruction.

Oil spilled into my oceans,

crisp icebergs became pools of sludge.

Trash littered my once lovely beaches

and forest fires ran amuck.

As the gap between us grew thinner and thinner,

I finally felt the heat of her fire.

How could something so exquisite be so excruciating?

How had her love become such a feat to endure?

Storms and tsunamis and angry gusts of wind

wrecked the land and its guilty inhabitants.

Innocent creatures traveled far and wide

to escape the sting of her wrath.

She was angry,

so terribly angry,

at my demise.

Anger burned more easily than grief.

And burn,

she did.

Until that gap finally closed,

roaring heat flooded my land,

and only ash remained.

It was worth it though,

to be caught in her deadly embrace,

even if only for a moment.

For in that moment,

I felt her sigh in relief,

she too was grateful for my nearness.