The Lion In Midsummer Paces

Sit with me in the darkness while new moon gathers deep in Leo luxury
pretend fold-up chairs around fire pits are thrones for goddesses.
Call to the heavens for clarity of freedom to nurture and guide through this mid-life ride
that sways pulling at our sleeves like parent and child to scold to play
to lay down in the road
each path no clearer than before.

Let us call on the queen of the dark summer night and give thanks for this moonlight ride
carrying us onto the shores and banks of our lives, bless the sands that curl between toes
get caught under nails brought home placed on our hearth an altar of  night alone.
Be brave as we shift with gravity severity and sometimes just a touch of depravity
this thin line separating us from one who knows and one who goads.



(I knew you would read this one next, who are you reading me day-by-day?)