At dawn

At dawn

with the flames dancing near our bed

your naked body is a poetry

an offering to Mother Nature

that fill our soul

and with your hair scattered in my pillow

I whisper to your ear

incomplete verses.

Mother Nature

The moon and the nightspirit

wrapped in fog

rays of silver lighting the earth

 

In the distant blackness

planets are dancing

with undying Gods

 

Souls are dying

Souls are born

 

Eternal circle

Ancient Enigma

 

Mother Nature watching

over her daughters and sons.