Stone struck
by stone.
Warm light
upon the eyes
of the thickets.
Light
upon the stirring
breath of earth
beneath the ankles
of a dance
less afraid.
The light
of a trusting child.
Light
in the soul,
over the moonlight.
Sentinel
of loves.
At dawn,
the weary fire
still barked
at the indifferent sun.
Tainted Emotions
published