One Sun-Sourced Tear
© Surazeus
2026 01 24

Eyes swirling far beyond eternity,
Sofia stands alone in crowded hall
in world museum of the weeping mother
before painting of mountains by the sea
and feels Aurora Northern Lights transform
her mortal body into divine wraith.

One sun-sourced tear, infused with ancient light,
sparked by first flash at beginning of time,
slides down her cheek with sparkle of insight,
reflecting countless spirits of pure chime,
that gleams with journey thirteen billion years
as egg preserving dreams of endless years.

One drop of water gleaming in her brain
preserves the dreams of progress fueled by hope
from every organic creature of flesh
through whom it flows as binding thread of light
as we evolve four hundred million years
to weave our bodies in serpentine web.

Our bodies merge with bodies of our lovers
when parents generate children through love,
embraced with passion by the river shore,
so we transform through endless soul rebirth,
programmed by immortal soul of our genes
to search for fruit tree of the holy land.

Heart pulsing with assertion of desire,
expressed by globe of atoms flashing bright
as we spin slowly in void of strange stars,
Sofia turns from painting of her world
to see me standing in scope of her faith
so light of joy bursts from her clouded eyes.

Approaching me across vast plain of fear,
with slow attention of cautious desire,
Sofia smiles and reaches out her hand,
palm open to receive gift of my heart,
so I accept brave spirit of her trust
to shelter in warm haven of my love.

Hands clasped with calm companionship of trust,
we stroll together winding road of life
across bare waste land of eager respect
to build Garden of Eden from our love
that flourishes in lush Elysium
where children of our love sprout into souls.

Expanding conscious scope of our two minds,
we circumscribe all possible outcomes
by narrowing path of productive fate
we choose to create from star energy
so water of our souls nourish the world
that preserve our dreams in tears you will shed.

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Orpheus and Ophelia hold hands as they walk the road of life with their children, Orion and Ostara, amazed at beauty of the Northern Lights.

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