The successive suns of summers
swim in me like a balcony of heat
I glow with the sol of sols
the pine cone of lava that
makes my cheeks full, white
the sun-drop of diamonds
have petrified in my heart
and I am creation rushing down
On all that is below, these stars
know me and I among them
we are like water in water
ocean creatures of great adventure
vertigoes of light, layers of softness
suns of paradise, legends of golden noons
revolutions of princely sunspots
cliff of mortality, planets revolving
Around a center, galaxies revolving
around a black-hole that was once
a great sun, time has pink candle-like veins
but she knows the sun, the sparkling rocks
the matter and energy of our destinies
caught up in a seabed of lights
the successive suns of summers
swim in me like an ode to sun-religions
but I am here, drinking sun-wine
in the surreal view of full eyes
with a body of silver for the kaleidoscope
and a naked face dismantled by another eclipse
another wonder, another design of day.
Your skill with imagery and language are astounding :0
Thanks I was just trying to repeat sunny stuff
ALmost felt like I was transported to another world. lovely!
Glad to hear it, the Mayans were quite unusual in their relationship with the cosmos. Not unlike Vedic times.
“time has pink candle-like veins” wonderful line!
Wonderful. You have an inspired spirit my friend.
Hey Syl, yes Saturday is the only time I have to write of late…
I guess we write when time gives us opportunity. Always good to see you here. Hope all is good.