In Hiding

and even the sun,
in all her brilliance,
slips into the stillness
of her dark womb
every day
at twilight,
hiding herself,
away from eyes
that cannot hold
her ravishing beauty
for long -
eyes that want to
devour her glory,
tossing and turning
through long, dark nights,
all for a glimpse of her;
and then she arrives quietly,
without fanfare,
while the world still dreams,
burning shadows
along her way,
and fanning the flames
of those hearts
that fear not to walk
in their own light
and shadow.

Shadows in the Sun

I walked along the road one day,
eyes glinting in the sun,
wandering along a trail of thoughts
and dreams waiting to be found;
people passed me by,
some smiled, some turned away,
while some others hurried past me,
just another walk, another day;
up ahead in front of me,
a little child stooped over,
I stopped to see what she was doing,
and was completely bowled over!
she moved her hands,
her head, her feet,
and threw back her hair,
and with a smile
that streamed across my heart,
she danced with her shadows
in the blazing sun;
and I watched,
and I joined,
in that moment
of quiet serendipity,
to play with shadows,
hers and mine,
two hearts dancing to a ditty;
she made me stop
in my well-worn tracks,
she brought a song
to a sweltering day,
my heart grew and shrunk
with the changing shadows,
the long and short
of another restful day.

This Morning

and she rose again
this morning,
forgiving herself
and her kin
for all trespasses
that brought
her and them
to life.

In the Sun

"Be kind to yourself"
said someone,
and I shaded my eyes
to see the sun;
"You'll never learn that way;
keep looking at it",
said someone,
and I squinted and strained
to hold its harshness;
"Watch it as it rises and sets,
rages and glows",
said a little voice
rising from the hole
in my middle,
and that's how I began
to enjoy the sunsets,
and sunrises
and the sun at its zenith,
as I looked at myself
instead of the sun.

The Mirage

the raging sun
burns on
inside,
outside,
taut skin,
singed,
curls up
like parchment;
something's got to give.
blurry eyes
dance
on the horizon
that never arrives,
the eternal mirage
of a seeker
in desert sands;
the sun rages on
to keep him alive
inside.

Love

love another
like the sun
in its morning hues
and evening blues,
stirring life
into a joyous dance
with
no beginning
or end;
where coming
and going
are celebrated
and mourned,
knowing that
another sun
will rise again
tomorrow.

Red Moon Rising

A crimson Moon
rose in all her glory
from the cerulean black wilderness.

Did she stoop down
to kiss the Sun
as he went down on his knees?

Or did she smear
the sacred vermilion
to mark their union?

An empty heart is filled
at the cusp of light and dark.

Balloon

Come fill me,
until I have
no space within
to feel empty;
come lift me,
carry me yonder
into another
tequila sunrise,
so I can feel
the sun kissing
my gossamer skin;
I drift along
as the wind blows,
flowing, reaching out to
the Light within.

I'll meet you there

I'll meet you there
where the earth and sky
empty themselves
into the misty grey void;
where thoughts rest awhile,
and dreams don't fly,
walls cast their form,
and tides don't rise;
I'll meet you there
where the sun and moon
hold hands and stand
to rejoice at noon.