With a flair, the sun unfurled
her amber majesty.
Her corona, crown, amply
reflect her deep passion
in glorious fashion.

Flashes of red and blue rise--
a duet in our eyes--
illustrating luminous
pulsating, living light . . .
sheer, beautious delight.

With a flair, her banners wave
proclaiming her as Queen.
She, alone, merits a throne
for 'birthing' all of life . . .
that night cuts in despite.

Night lacks illumination,
cannot hold a candle,
to the sun's asperations.
Such blessed ornament
is ever nights' torment.