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 without fault. 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? In silence tip over jars of cold in thick darkness, Wearing swaddling bands of celestial garments. I want to know when the earthen vessel will go. into the dust and becomes clods of the earth, give the ravens food and the new generation grow. Understanding wisdom to count the days of breath. Death knows the universal laws of heaven. Regeneration, to live again in another way. when the surface of the deep is broken and frozen. Solstice occurs when the sun moves further away. Our spirit journeyed to the springs of the sea and there walked in the recesses of the deep, See the gates of death shown to you and me. Where the vast expanses of darkness sleep. I want Spring and mid-summers solstice. I want the fall equinoxes and mid-winters. Celestial excursions meet in a cooler place. On a path in the sky finds the fairy heirs. I want more days with solstice purpose, and sleepy afternoons curled up in a nap. I want to inhale the fragrance of a rose. With grappling kisses of bliss in your lap. I want moments that leave me breathless. I want to see your reflection in the mirror. I want the cool breeze and more stillness. I want shades of paradise to come every hour. I want the dripping flavor 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 and 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 stitches on my arms. Like inevitable ghostly goosebumps gritters. Of warbling shadows slowly invading dreams. I want faith to enrich and hopes to rejuvenate. And appear likes halo shapes in the clouds. Make lights in the sky after an earthquake. And lightning calls a ball of light into 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 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.