Libra ascending

A chain of lights there should be,
I lie here looking for the strongest link,
finding none.

Sun hems them in,
leaving me in the dark,
yet I hear the sounds
that chain has left me with.

Those walls open only
to the Spirit Winds -
cold, harsh if unheeded
(bare me to the bones
to free me into time
beyond those stones).

Always in the balance
(Libra ascending).
This be the challenge:
for far too long
my head ruled tyrannically,
sanctioned by Sun,
the moon blotted out by earth
itself;
no stars to seek asylum,

till only one single acorn
of self was left,
when the oak was struck by drought.

Did we meet on a thoroughfare?
Still, you found me a garden to grow,
hiding in Night’s woods,
biding my ‘would ifs’.

Coin time
as there is no space
between the links.

Now, in a new shade,
a kiss hangs in the balance –
man and woman together
linked back to back in this
wall chart.