Turning, Turning

Relentless force

She glows and fades

through clouds pores

With every turn of Her soft silk

She cleansweeps the sky

And hidden is black

and bright is clear

The hidden runs

afore of clear

And clear is new

and new is dear

but dear stains anew

and hides abashed

And so She turns

within her soft waltz

She dances on the drum