Solstice

Melancholic solstice of the soul tears along the broken line equator of a heart. A chasm ripped to separate and isolate the weathervane blown madly out of orbit. And would the angels stoop to shift the sun that substance and coherence might evolve the order. Defining love will edify and amplify the teachings drowned in silence. Life-affirming quadrants of desire with sextant measured distance from the molten star. Slow advances, veiled defences and dispenses the manifest held ever in your thrall. Time is all it takes to still the past, quell the tiny voice that supplicates the ego. Patient arts, wistful reverie and gradually the sun becomes your own.