In the hush of twilight’s velvet edge,
a great nautilus unfurls its breath
a vortex spun from midnight’s deepest blue,
through sapphire sighs and emerald hues.
Ribbons of wind weave liquid light,
currents of colour in ceaseless flight:
indigo yields to the kiss of the sea,
teal and jade dancing wild and free.
Then gold ignites
sunfire, honey, flame
a radiant core that calls her name.
She rises within the golden gyre,
a woman of mist, of silk, of fire.
Arm arched like a crescent moon’s embrace,
hair streaming as a comet’s grace,
she bends and flows, she turns, she sings
one with the spiral, the heart of all things.
No boundary holds her luminous form;
she is the calm and she is the storm.
Birth and dissolution, dark and divine,
eternity captured in curving line.
Whispers of cosmos wrapped in her skin,
the universe dancing from within.
Round and round the colors ascend
in her embrace, all cycles end…
and begin again.