I haven’t seen you for so long.
You have hidden yourself away,
a self-imposed hiatus.
Do you not hear the call?
The Sun woos once again;
it is time to take up your burden
and enter the land of the living.
Ever since you stepped into the Light,
your true colours are leaching out,
bleeding filth onto what you tried to convince yourself
was pure as the driven snow.
is only relative;
compared to your earth-bound buddies,
you held your mask well.
But meeting Spring has a way of
stripping away the ruse,
the snow job pulling the wool over your own eyes.
Let it go.
Let it melt under these revealing rays;
let all you gripped with such bloodless fingers
soften and dissolve
into the dust it always was.
Only then can you abandon the scam of your innocence
to embrace the singular purity of invisible Light,
Sun whose rays reveal the need
She can’t help herself –
her toes beg to tap on a dance-floor of gold.
Her feet undulate and shimmer, prance and quiver,
pulses of energy on surface of steel.
She teases and entices,
twirling and swirling to the beat of
the Universe’s great heart;
she intuitively moves
to its rhythmic cadence.
Her pace quickens as the music fades into the night.
Desperate, she tries one more move,
one more spin on the dance-floor,
her eyelids fall on the evening,
and the dance
is at an end.