Living On The Sun Poem by GORDON GILHULY

once we have mastered the secret
you and I will live upon the surface of the sun
picking the sunflowers: sundaffodils sunmorning glories
dancing in resplendent sungardens as the planets rise and fall

living on the sun we will become
gods - minor deities with tales of
our existence coded into sun spots that
wreak electronic havoc on the many spinning worlds

myths will abound: storytellers will
teach young children parables of our
singing in the sun orchards reaching out
to pluck sunapples from golden boughs

o my beloved we will sleep rapt in
awareness in the chaste arcane meadows of
fire grass forever at the centre of all
the universe our naked bodies clothed

in robes woven from our
caresses from our sweet words and
kisses innocent as light not yet
heavy with closure with expulsion

then when knowledge thrusts its eager
hands into the night-time of our
minds o my heart we will slowly
delicately enter into the sacred cave

to lie upon vast fields of deep red satin
sheets that will whisper in our
ears the sound of oceans crashing of
love or truth revealed nascent

on the cusp and here at the centre
we will know all colours we will
become all colours our hands as
prisms releasing the light held dreaming

within breasts thighs mouths eyes
a fantastical rainbow whose apogee and perigee
are the rise and return of honeyed breath
and softly curving flesh

this is no fall from grace
no rapture spun on a serpent's tongue
this is a gift this is us becoming powerful
the journey that we must make

here take this now my love
it is a black and white photograph
of us living on the sun
there is nothing to fear