I am the child of light

I am the child of light.
Tenacious child!
Always there,
Present, constant like the sea,
Ebbing and flowing,
With the breath.

I am the child of light.
The fluid child!
Forever in flux,
Dissolving and re-assembling,
Foaming and reforming,
Marking each tide.

I am the child of light.
Starburst child!
Born of the galaxy,
Closer than a heart beat,
Loud as a thunder clap,
And softer than a rose.

Spirit Music

I waited

And I'm waiting again.

And dreaming

As I did then

Long ago.

Far away I had

The same dream.

Now, it's a new day.

And, again you show me

A wisp of  reality.

But you play with my dreams

As you play with your music.

Making for me a lovely melody

That's lost on the wind

And forgotten

Solstice Chatter

"What time's the Solstice?"

"It's tomorrow;" said triumphantly.

"No, I mean the exact time."

Now, I get that look.
"Why?"

And, of course, I can't say why it matters.

But it does.

Perhaps the wheel turns faster?

No, there'd be trouble if it did.

There might be a shimmer in the air,

or, maybe, a fluttering of leaves?

Anyway, the earth does know somehow.

I'm sure of it and I'm determined.

"What time is the Solstice exactly?"