Icy tendrils curled
Inside crystalline grass leaves
To await gold dawn.
Wet bowl of moonlight
Cosmos enlightening firefly
Descending to dusk.
Torrential wind wraith
With thee I vainly wrestle
As Earth’s fowl-weather friend.
What strange day is this
That sunlight penetrates through
A rent in the storm?
I dreamed a story
Composed of flowing blue ink
But most drained away.
At last I dreamed once,
One recalled moment of song
Behind dark, closed doors.
The loss of soul’s mate
Could never compare to the
Death of this one Earth.
The death of the Earth
Could never compare to the
Loss of your soul mate.
Pain is translation
Despite our wish that anger
Makes not our body.
Embrace depression
It forges the soul’s spliced self
With tragic stitches.
Sweet woven karma
Bear me forth on knotted threads
Propel me to my Self.
Standing on the brink
Of golden elliptical step
Into crystalline self.
Becca Tarnas 