Your moon eclipses my heart
sending my life into deep shadow
where the tiniest point of starlight
can stream through, via the Sun –
burning through my soul
setting my broken heart blaze
in Divine glory
yours and mine.
Poetry
Autumn
Leaves floating in the autumn breeze
destined for their resting bed
setting the thicket alight
with fifty shades of gold
gradually turning to ash.
Abandoned trees silent
roots deep in the Earth
secure in their own being
awaiting the return
of the Divine Sun.
My Inner Light 