I cannot ignore her.
I wander outside at dawn, on a cool September morning,
and she is shimmering…undeniable in her presence,
rising above the
first orange and pink layers of sunrise,
resplendent.
She floats between
what is done,
and what is yet to be.
A half moon
lazily moves to her west,
wrapping up it’s work,
cool and plump and orbital;
but she is all sharpness and edges.
The heat and pressure
that make her uninhabitable
also make her the most beautiful,
blazing in intensity.
She is copper,
the mirror of the goddess:
both alluring and dangerous,
ravishing and perilous.
Look away, or worship her –
there is no way
to feel ambivalent.
She is celestial.
Unearthly, divinely feminine, heart-stopping.
She beautifies,
Intensifies,
Portends and challenges…
and then she dissolves
and merges with the
power of the sun
until I need her again.
I look at her and I awaken –
I have an instinct to burn
and radiate
and love.
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