Lost
It was the glorious terror of an instant when
the sun was lost in the moon - and
the explosion shook the hair out of
the world into the abyss of our joined womb
nourished by the blinding light,
… enraptured and captive, we ran and hid
then dared to play,
first, you were the sun and I was the moon, next
I was the sun, you, the gem
haunting the silken web of night...
… and the explosion still
shakes our abyss
nourished by our enraptured eyes filled
with the terrifying
glory - of a joined moon and sun...
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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