Solstice

I want more solstice evening silhouettes.
And nights of rhapsody filled with rental stars.
To explore blurred mornings when the sun rises.
With transitions dripping through the trees.

I want to know how the seasons change.
Who makes time a desirable moment to give?
Happier, in an age turning over a new page.
Speedily on horizon wings, the sun to arrive.

Upon what ocean laid the earth’s foundation?
Who stretched a measuring line across it?
And marked off the depts of its dimensions?
While stars join a crusade that firmament create.

Shape like a phenomenal object in the sky.
You will only see the outline of your subject.
Inspired birthdays and celebrations pass by.
Captured images create a beautiful silhouette.

But who closed the doors behind the sand?
Where the proud waves stumble and halt.
When seas burst forth to climb upon the land
The bars in place have gates burried in a vault.

I want to know the path for the thunderstorm,
In the troubled place where no one lives there,
Only torrential rain and scattered winds of realm
Make the desperate atmosphere shiver with fear.

I want to know where the dew drops of ice lives.
who made the clouds to drift over continents?
Where silence tip over jars of cold in thick darkness,
Wearing swaddling bands of celestial garments.

I want to know when the earthen vessels will go.
into the dust and becomes clods of the earth,
give the ravens food and make generations grow.
Understand wisdom to count the yearly worth.

Death knows the universal laws of heaven.
Regeneration, to live again in another way.
After the surface of the deep is broken and frozen.
Solstice occurs when the sun moves further away.

Our spirit journeyed to the springs above the sea.
And spirits lingered in the recesses of the deep.
I saw the dark gates of death open into mystery.
Where the vast expanses of apocalypse sleep.

I saw the tropic of Capricorn's shinning place.
I want the days of equinoxes and mid-winters.
Celestial excursions fall meet in a cooler place.
On a path in the sky to finds the fairy heirs.

I want summer and winter and spring solstice.
North and south, the Arctic to the Antarctic.
Summer solstice brings a sense of balance.
To trials of rituals and the circle of the equinox.

I want more days with solstice purpose,
and sleepy afternoons curled up in a cozy nap.
I want to inhale the fragrance of a rose.
With grappling kisses of bliss gifted wrapped.

I want moments that leave me breathless.
I want to see portrait reflections in the mirror.
I want the cool breeze and more stillness.
I want shades of paradise to paint solitaire.

I want the dripping flavors from your lips.
I want to see the amour spark in your eyes.
I want to feel the tempest sway of your hips.
Ignite delight and create flames of fireflies.

I want a garden, to bloom inside of me,
Illuminate bulbs of romance to your heart.
I want the ocean of passion to be a destiny.
With fluid fountains flowing into every part.

I want the need to read more love letters.
With knitting needles stitching on my arms.
Like inevitable ghostly goosebumps gritters.
Of warbling shadows slowly invading dreams.

I want life to enrich and hopes to rejuvenate.
Faith appears likes halo shapes in the clouds.
Make lights in the sky after an earthquake.
Lightning calls the seasons into universal orbs.

I want forgiveness to carry a torch inside.
Stillness and strength brave enough to try.
And find the secret place of heaven to hide.
All secular muses of my mistakes before I die.

I want Christmas, Valentine, and friends.
To live and love with a belly full of laughs,
And have peace in a world that never ends.
With the painful mess, and memorial reefs.