The heart of days

Reach out to
the heart of days,
cradle this blue fire
that withers leaves
and makes the moon
full.

With time’s breath
on your neck
this road has no forks,
it winds through a wild country
in a storm as dark as night.

The sun sits
glowing in the void
as we wait for
an eclipse of the heart,
as we wait for the moon
with our waking eyes.