She said to me: "I've got the sun in my eyes."


I know what she meant, but what I heard was;

I got the sun in my eyes, the same sun that lights my world.
warms my soul.
Nurtures this Earth with its radiance.
The same sun I'm often afraid to look directly at.
The same sun that seems so god dam spectacular as it rises and falls.
Just as her eyelids rise and gently set.
Clasping those delicate eyelashes together,
like the first and last rays of light streaking the sky.

The same sun, that burns and burns with a passion for life.
Life it alone seems to give,
to spark into creation like the solar flares of color through her irises.

Of course I didn't say any of this, I just laughed like some loon who was some how beside himself with the idea of being momentarily blinded by the sun and its glory.
After all, it wasn't so long ago many revered the sun in the likeness of a god.

She chewed my ear off the rest of the day for finding her discomfort so amusing.

Which I only found all the more charming.