Enter the sun
so suddenly
with the moon in bloom
Both enjoy
the task
to co-mingle souls
in a moment's bask
Each 18 years
a Saros
Cycle asks me what
I learned of love
Have I
grown to
share a bond with
one who loves me?
Harsh the
hand that
holds the mirror grim
if my lesson is unlearned
Heavenly
the heart
that is a mirror still
so my dross is burned
Bless the cycle
and the partial moons
sandwiched between the full and empty
Bless the heart
mingled with mine
our plates of warmth and plenty
Bless the visitor
checking in on me
when I was sick with the flu
Bless the heart
now intertwined
saying "I love to be with you"
I wrote her letters
burned with my pen
metal ink ash remains
I longed for shelter
so my love
would never taste the rain
She said "come in
dry your clothes
leave the wet boots by the door"
She healed my heart & my home
and dried my clothes soaked by the downpour
Oh, blessed oracle
may your lonely words
find a heart with room in the inn
You prophesy
so far in advance
it gets lost in the earth's spin
You fight with the last ones
left on the earth
until their ears hold your spell
You fight with yourself
and ask if its worth
the lonely love-ringed bell
To pray or to press
the cunning word
in the envelopes ear
That salvation might come
or find a way
that a rescue might be near
The dulled ones wither off
like a finger ignored
at the North Pole
The prophetess chooses
whether to linger
or avoid the predicted cold
I was given the gift
of soul sight
that I might know one's heart with a glance
And the Lord asked
if I found the one
he made for me and my stance
I said "they all
look like good souls.
how can I see who is true"?
"Look for the love,
with boon and beam
whose light consumes you".