The eyes of the begotten light shall always shine upon us with the rays of a thousand eternal hearts.

Stars, they hide in shame to the glory of your perfect glow,
you thy beautiful sun who by chance or divinity were chosen to mother all of us below.
Shining bright upon few, and for others almost none.
Do you Mother resent the poles, that you so infinitely shun.
Do you wish upon these lands the never-ending night,
The freezing of the people, or the absence of the glorious flora to the wrath of winter’s bite
What of the deserts baron in your relentless might.
Is it that your love’s too strong and smolders to such a deathly bright,
Where the streams of radiant life die within the thirsting broken earth,
Is this your choosing? Do you take this in mirth?
Oh dear Mother though, maybe it isn’t so.
Could it be you disperse your precious light so that all can grow.
Your soft touch upon the few gives life to the tuxedo bird, and the beautiful white bear
Where your scorching of the dry lands show even the piercing cacti you care.
You my warden are the illumination of life, the guardian angel in this darkened abyss.
A very touch of yours upon my skin, can be as gentle as a silent kiss.
Out of the thousands in this splendid sky, you my love were born to fly
The perfect distance from my feeble earth
As a foundation of all
from the depths of death to the brilliance of birth
Your light gave graces to Renaissance Rome,
the Golden Ages, and Victorian homes.
Now as we bask in your glorious splendor, I ask you for one last thing.
Shut off your light.
Refuse your glow.
The time has come to lie in this dieing ditch,
the earth a blanket of our ignorance
So douse the radiance of your perfect glow
For we all are now destined for the eternal slumber in the dark below.