Confronting the nightsky and all its planets,
its stars dancing amongst constellations,
Weaving between the moons and the almighty sun.
I become stuck,
blinded by its truth,
its quite hard to deny how the heart feels when facing what it desires,
Quite hard to deny the true nature of Self,
the true nature of you,
Denied in a mouth full of milk and cinnamon,
denied with eyes full of grapes,
Eating fruit from the garden that bought you life,
and pretending it isn’t home,
The sun basks onto me,
As if my life was being reborn,
As if golden honey was my saliva,
and my fertility was that of a rose,
Radiating, the heat builds new life into skeleton,
Ecompasses all areas of my skin,
No patchwork to quilt the lost Soul,
as she becomes filled with light,
How can I be a lover of the Moon,
If I deny the Sun.
Daughter of Sun,
A worshippor of Sea,
Let me come home,