2Passions of the Day
The dawn's light fingertips skim upon Earth's brow
Painting colors gently, softly upon Her smooth face
The soft morning glow fares well upon Her complexion
Hiding the flaws, smoothing the lines
That threaten to be called imperfection
The peeking lights of yawning Sun trace the Earth's flawless form
As He stretches his reaching fingers further
Reaching, exploring Her canyons, peaks, and streams
Exposing and discovering all the more
With his reaching, tracing sunbeams
The Heaven's cool breath traces the outline of Maiden Earth's curves
The carefully curved craft of heavenly make
The air across her form reminds her of another time before
Shivering, she bends to the exhale's will
Allowing herself to be penetrated to the core
The gentle light of rising moon cools the passion of the day
bathing her in gentle glow of shadowed sun
Sun has past, dawn is spent, the gentle breeze is dying
giving way to gentle pull of moon's subtle strength
till yet another day's rising