In form like the sun’s rise before
fall
she dreams of love’s fire licking
at sky
and dances her heart openly
unafraid
like a passionate gypsy on a hot
summer’s night.
“Come! Feel the burn of this energy!”
she sings to no one and to
everyone
as her body in sync with
involuntary action
gyrates to the beat of mystical
tunes.
The air opens up like a fabled
cave
to the heat of desire and need of
release
until precious gold and
sovereigns of old
become useless tender to the
sensitive.
The fire, the fire, one last
flickering fire,
forever burns love as a symbol of
wealth
when earth meets sky in explosive
delight
somewhere over there beyond her
foresight.
She’s a lady, a woman, an angel,
you/me,
imbued with love’s feel and in
motion to be
a second string bow to the
masculine soul
like sun is to sky when earth
turns to fire!
Wow Helen, this is brilliant. Absolutely mystical and lovely. It takes you right from the start to finish to that lovely place I cannot even put a name on but relate to, in emotions. I enjoyed the image of the sun's dreams of love's fire licking at sky. And love the closing stanza too. Cannot fault this at all. Thank you for sharing.
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Yasin
Yasin - thank you so much. It's good sometimes to remember the ... good.
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