This solstice night my fears delight
And dance me into fractured light
I see your face but not your soul
I break you up to make you whole
And when the sun has gone to sleep
I’m left alone to quietly keep
The candle of my heart aflame
And love myself through all the pain
The deepest shadows of the trees
sway tenderly in winter breeze
The river’s chuckle in the black
Reminds me to hold nothing back
And though my head is sore and tired
My heart is open and newly wired
Now more than all my past distress
more than any labels by which I’m reduced or mis-addressed
I am the mess and wonder of half told magic fable,
My brain is a baby and my skull is a cradle.