Across a velvet backdrop stars hang like crystal
softly glowing candles that wax and wane with
the out breath of sighs.
Dislodged, they plummet over mountains
vanish behind the horizon or plunge into the sea.
I am like the tide, hostage to the moon,
tumbling ashore or as still as tide pools
until the heat of night inflames my primal heart
come out – ignite
be the fire.
art by Ivan Slavinsky