24 tides of the sun

in glory, glory
wake up to the tides of the sun
carry me carry me rocking back and forth
gentle waves of sun

tides of the sun,
an altar,
alter time in the vast cosmos

keep one section of a journal for me
I write in gold and rubies
dripping like sun dew
expires to the whistling of the moon

a compass is no help in the arctic circle
watch the sun ebb and flow, tease the tops of mountains
lick the base of the valleys
a disturbing relationship that honors us

a catastrophic fear, mortality
knowing the tide will return and recede without us


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