This evening I thought the woods were on fire.
It seemed a visitation of sorts.
I believed it to be angels burning incense-
Saints kissing the leaves-
Fairies and sprites celebrating the summer passing
and for one moment the sun peaked into the dark undergrowth-
laying a swath of burning red.
Gifting us with a piece of itself.

This sun that ancients worshipped-
Generations sacrificed  and feared-
chanted, praised, loved and bowed down
deep in reverence
now lay across a blaze of color
on the bush underneath the trees.

And for a moment I could not breathe
overtaken by the thought of only this sun

merely the sun
leaning in-
loving the earth.

you were a constellation
a beautiful complexity
a pattern only I could see
but then it changed
the arrangement became an endless kaleidoscope
you were a mash of stars I could not make sense of
you entangled me in your lines until I could not see the way out
now all you are is the yellow city lights
forever blinding my view of the beauty beyond

When it comes
to loving me,
there is something
you must understand.
I am a hurricane,
moving hundreds
of miles across
the open sea.
Strewn in all directions,
a chaotic symphony
of madness
and clarity.
When you are
standing in the midst
of my storm,
do not fear my thunder.
Know it will pass,
with a delicate rain,
and the sun shining
bright overhead.