Apple of my eye

The glistening lid peeled open the eye
A glittery dew brought prayers to a sigh
The sight of the footsteps of beings in soul
From tiniest creature to deity whole
As sun spun the light microscopic its aim
To live as a spark free to flare once again
To flare through each solar pathway of ecstatic light on garments unseen but for privileged sight onto dresses of diamond in crystal clear flight growing still then
reflecting its love at first sight on each spinning door
As the dress of a wedding ring fell on festival a floor. Blessing the consummation of life from birth to newlywed into new life.