Solstice
Melancholic solstice of the soul
tears along the broken line equator
of a heart. A chasm ripped to separate
and isolate the weathervane
blown madly out of orbit.
And would the angels stoop to shift the sun
that substance and coherence might evolve
the order. Defining love will edify
and amplify the teachings
drowned in silence.
Life-affirming quadrants of desire
with sextant measured distance from the
molten star. Slow advances, veiled defences
and dispenses the manifest
held ever in your thrall.
Time is all it takes to still the past,
quell the tiny voice that supplicates
the ego. Patient arts, wistful reverie
and gradually the sun
becomes your own.
|