Sun Magik

It starts with a delicate petel,
bright color, soft scent,
each flitting frill, shyly
waiving as the wind wills.
Buzzing, it builds to a flutter
then with dainty skirt lifted,
skips daring do- barefoot
through the dancing -da day.

The flaring of the sun's fire
Dense aroma of dark earth
Glistening with nectar's sweet waters
Heaving in the heavy, humming air

The soft petal arches,
mounting and claiming
the one sturdy stem that's
bold enough - deep,
and brute enough - deeper,
to stand full erect against
gravity's pull, the wear of seasons,
predators, pestilence, time...

Fire and Earth,
Water and Air
The Sun's fertile magik
of rollicking Spring.

Strength and beauty
merging together,
standing inseparable,
becoming as one.
A glorious offering
to the light and the sun,
of laughter and loving
and life.

Fire and Earth
Water and Air
Sun Magik, all shimmer
and shadows...

Below the sunny surface
where colors fade to pale,
the union is strangled
by a thousand tiny fingers,
clutching, sucking, breathlessly
grasping in the frantic dark,
groping for the imperceptible,
to feed a blind, insatiable, need.