Poem: The Renewal
The Renewal
Who longs for night its undeniable
reclamation of daylight scatterings the bits
of life come back absorbed by the black
earth and darkened skies the fertile
atmosphere of desire
to await what the stars will
bring at the very edge
where grasp is thin waiting
to be taken by the shadows
of an alluring pulse with rhythms undone
Who longs for night its nomadic wanderings turning the stars
and greater orbs
one magnificent dervish and her sovereign song turning
turning, turning with orientation ordained
de produndis
Turning in the longing for rhythms
undone by the black earth and darkened skies
consumed and transformed
reclaimed and renewed
Who longs for night?
