June 20 by The Running Son
~* ƒire *~
I retire at the setting blue. Sun-fire
burns low, my own horizon
now a slow breath moving through one soul,
radiating toward the sun’s red and folding over
to renew by moon fiber.
The fire’s in the sky; my glowing hearts arbor.
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.