Wednesday, June 19, 2013

On the Eve of the Longest Day


 
Light is the progenitor of dark –
the vast contrasting blast
from which the spasms
from which we erupt embark.

You fell in love with night
six months ago and you will fall
in love with night again
six months from now, but now

you feel the ardor of the Star
you call the Sun. New gods
have won:  revise your vow. Strip
naked in the brightness. Bow.









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