Distant horizon, the eyes endWhere land met its beginning,
Leaps out, dancing sky gods,
Stop back, demons in lustrous
Sashes of brown, orange, yellow
With slit like eyes, tinged blue
Pierce back without remorse.
Ring of fire, flames spike out,
Orange – red, smother the blue sky,
Make it their own,
Earth, the land beneath, rumbles
Struggles to reach out,
Mere watcher in a celestial death dance,
Nature’s constant play,
About to end and begin again.
In the belly of flying demons,
With hundreds of slit eyes,
Little portals of wonder,
Show a dance, a lover maker’s
Natural, glorious motion,
Ring of fire, an evening’s last gasp,
Before its blissful death,
Into the empty blackness of night.
Somewhere beyond the endless fire,
Past leaping flames,
Beyond imagination of a world
Consumed through boxed slits
Windows from a flying demons eye,
Far after the evenings dance,
Ends yet again, only if a moment.
Empty blackness, holds,
Rests a single light,
A star, beacon, twinkle
Shining solitary in its hope.
The eyes, peer through the darkness,
Search restlessly to reach and touch,
Bask in the silvery light warmth,
Weary – from constant despair,
Yearn to be held, love and be loved,
Finally fold and enclose,
Themselves in the gentle beacon,
Find love, solitary and waiting
Past the ring of fire.