Summer Love: Parting At Equinox

The equinox has come to even out the nights and days and make them equal length. I lie here now, as always, most devout, but Sun, my love, you are so losing strength! It used to be in early afternoon we two would meet . . . your passion at its peak. I played as if I were your small cocoon enveloped by your heat, which now grows weak. Oh, Sun, I miss those times your ardor surged for hours on end. I, prostrate, took you in. And later, close to evening, I emerged - your monarch, tinged with scarlet for our sin. Your vigor that I crave now dissipates. Farewell! For your return your mistress waits! May 16, 2018