Written many years ago:

How intense are the rays of the sun,

travelling over the eons of space,

radiant clear to the core of my heart -

the place where nothing resists.

How glad I am that there only is one,

one eternal explosion to light my face,

one is enough to render me blind

to everything else that exists.

If only a love were so constant and sure,

never diminished by hurt or by sorrow,

I would not complain if the world filled with pain

disappeared in a blast of extinction.

If only a love were so perfect and pure,

one would suffice for today and tomorrow.

Perhaps the sun alone can claim

Such power and distinction.

Blessings, Astreia