In The Dark You
Illuminate My Way
Waxing Half Moon
When this cycle
comes to a close
What will I say
of the journey
to the deep
retreat of
darkness
Will I remember
the fool's fortitude?
Me, who musters
the strength to
pass each day
Easier said than done
Truly never easy
Will I remember
the artist's faith?
Me, the power
of poetry
of body in motion
of effervescent dreams
Will I remember
destruction?
Me, shattered
sifting thru
the shards
keeping only the
splinters of me
And who am I?
I've outgrown my shell again
Fragile, pawing
at the darkness
and finding
new home
Will I remember
destruction?
These walls
still quake
will quake
Another death
my ego reborn
In each death
an imprint
branded on
deep skin
I pray for myself
another year
waxing
passion
waning
regret
waxing
patience
waning
dread
waxing
love...
...and the
acceptance
of grief
In my pocket
whenever I
may need
Friends,
their embrace
Trees, moss,
leaves and grass
petals and
the pull
of the moon
making tides
Trinkets,
lest I forget
I'm loved
Smooth stones,
balls of wool
wooden frogs
and turtles
Vision beyond
my fear
Ambition and
attention
Hands reaching
in
Hands reaching
out
I love you,
Sol
I love you,
Sol
I love you,
Sol
I love you,
Sol
I love you,
Sol
Thank you,
dear Solstice
Remind me
when the
daylight
crests
Remind me
of who I am
With so few words
"Rest
Reconnect
Begin...
~
Full Moon
Once again,
I see myself
The Fool
Standing on
somber feet
Starting my next
journey away
from all I knew
A gentle chord
connects my
heart to homes
that were
and are no more
I feel my familiar
resolution ring
in my ears and
reverberate thru
my bones
I have survived
all of my days
so far,
what's another?
Knowing the days
blend together
Magnifying the
weight I feel
between my
shoulder blades
Pressing hard
against this
weight which
hopes to crush me
forever content
with waiting
I want to break free
When the new
moon shines
its quiet glow
I will have these
waning moments
meditations
In them
the mantras
that ring
and reverberate
with sounds like
hope against
disaffection &
dread
hope against
abject fear
hope against
losing my
footing on
these sinking
sands
Where will I
end up if
I escape?
Who will be
there with me?
What wisdom
will I hold
to pass on to
the fool that
follows me?
Trusting that
I always
have my self
by my side
No better help is
always there
to find
~
Waxing Half Moon
With a crackle
I ignite the
black matchstick
Is this when
the ritual begins?
Curious divinations
laid out
before me
Objects invoking the
emotions, motion
and memory
with which they
are imbued
All through the
lens of my mind
Is this when
the ritual begins?
With a flicker
of vitality a
a candle begins
to burn
Wick to wick
this cocoon
drips with
wax melting
keeping
the time
Pooling and
catching the
half-moon light
Waning & Waning
The stars speak
of destruction
while I whisper
self-affection
Admiration and
adoration
Love in,
blood out
I become lighter
as I burn
The wax below
is me,
but it is not
a candle
anymore
Tendrils on
warm cherry-
red wood
reaching where-
ever inertia
takes them
Tonight I let
the candle
devour itself
whole
Is this when
the ritual ends?
Straw flowers
bright pink
with cheer
Stiff with
everlasting
life
This ritual has
no end
no start
an intractable middle
That greets me
tomorrow in
daylight
darkness
moments
before the
solstice
Gather me
the rivulets
of green and
blue flecked
with marigolds
Petals, pleasure
potent stardust
Help me begin
again
An amalgamation
of learnings
Together a
new guiding
light waiting
for my presence
The renewed
wick pressed
tight within
its arms
Together we fall
again through
time asking
only to be
let to burn
When I burn and
bore deeper
than before
It may seem
I'm still stuck
in a loop
Light a candle
live while
it burns
Find me here
share in
ephemeral
self-knowing
proof
I will always
be back again
I always return
with more than
i left
Even most when
the wick falls
and the threads
gently glow
then go