I sit
Not amongst friends
But in the cacophony
Of silence
On the morning
Where the gentle
Drumming cadence
Should be,
Slowing building
Bidding the sun
To rise
One moment
Sooner
Than he did
Yesterday…
The gentle
Lightening of
The sky is coming
As slowly
As I fight the
Tears that threaten
To overwhelm
Me.
I was supposed
To be
Surrounded
By the love
Of my Beloveds.
My stave
Was blessed
By the
Peach pearl
Moon of
The night,
Eagerly awaiting
As I was
The blessing
Of the suns
First rays
On red rocks.
Now instead
We will stand
In silence,
With the
Beloved Universe
As our only
Companion…
And just as
We stood
Beneath Luna
As she went through
A whole life cycle
In the course
Of a few hours
And realized
We were
Connected
To all those
Who gazed
Upon her…
So too now,
We will
Go out,
And will
The Sun King
To rise,
And know
That in
Distant places
Beloveds are
Drumming
And cheering,
As we
Are tearing…
Right now
I know not
What sound
Will come from
My throat
As the Sun
Kisses me
And my
New born
Stave,
Joy or sadness
Or both.
I only know
That the silence
Before the Sun,
Is deafening.
