W. Solstice

she sat there one morning on the anniversary of her love
tapping her foot
in the sand.
patiently anticipating
the return of light.
on this, the end
of the longest night
she accepted the blindness
for the healing salt air
that promised soon...
soon the blackness of a long lucid dream
would evolve into a seperation of sea and sky...
soon the day star would fight to rise and break free
of the sea
and the moisture painted in the air...
soon she could see herself again
and maybe that would not be
so bad a thing.
and then she will turn and face the west
and race with the star
so it will never leave her again...
on this the anniversary of her love
her celebration consists of keeping warm
and counting time
by tapping her foot in the sand
and attempting to pray
hoping this year that star would rise
just like every other year...
does she have to howl and dance
to call it back
or can she just sit quietly and celebrate
the anniversary of her love
that is gone...
and now she only counts on the consistant
motion of the sky
to let her know
that light returns
and hopefully in moments
it will indeed return again...