What would they say this day
The voices of the eyes
Bearing witness to this dance
They see the change
The attitude of this affair
They measure and mold
Their stories are told
Missing the details
The ultra violet
And infrared
Sweeping bursts of coronal mass
And spots that blemish
The face and soul
A living world
Tormented
By its own violent storms
And magnetic waves

Yet they give praise

Tormented fellow

Tugging on his mistress
Body and soul
The one who creates it all

To pull her near
Her greatest fear
To let her go
She’ll never know

Acceptance of this fate
The burden they bear
For the balance
And existence
Of all we know
Hangs on the deadly dance
Between two lovers
That will never be whole
Never as one
Without destroying the other