Shades of Reflection

For every sun in my dreams alight
the sun is a gold bounty of might
moon dost swoon at such a sight,
but hides her love in dark night.
Will love triumph in deep shadow?
The shade penumbra colors in
resonates in the darkest din.
Love's twilight may be modest
to the sun's effervescent light,
but it echoes on to great unknowns,
to whisper to stars so bright,
the moon's undying twirl around
this stars magnificent white.

For want of solar flares.

I stand upright
my face and neck turned up tight.
Overhead,
blooming clouds billow in undulating apprehension
as I slowly lift off the ground.
I am helium, I am bouyant.
The more I ascend, the faster
I am to the end of the beaming trophosphere
and emptiness beyond.
There is no wind resistance,
no tempting friction.
No pressure effects me.
The clouds spin below me
waving goodbye gently.
I wish I could see,
but my neck pulls eagerly
to the endless blanket of dark above me.
Blue...then black suddenly
the afternoon sun winks warily
as the horizontal horizon turns vertically,
and my mind is no longer
bent on understanding gravity,
pulsating nebulas, and collisions of stars
as they pass into my memory.
Beloved sun whipping solar winds at me.
Your summer light vanished
to turn on the atmosphere electromagnetically.
So here you blaze in front
of my body, as a will to state
you could evaporate when you deem worthy.
But I am overcome with your strings of fire
as they envelop me.