february 24, 2020
Child of the sun, ray of golden light
You reach for the earth to be grounded
And find yourself sparking on ocean tides
A timeless dance, salt water and shine
The sun sets, opening to a moonrise
I do not expect the orb to be full every night,
Why do I expect you to always fill this heart of mine?
Souls dance in and out of our lives
A memory twirls In the ballroom of life,
you are entwined in some corner of my mind
Draped in limbs and sheets until morning,
When I allow myself to expect the sun to rise
Because, she doesn’t really rise, she holds
Space and our world orbits around her light.
However briefly you lay with me, please know
I am grateful for the way you did ignite
that part of my soul on my darkest night.
a photo series with Linus Dotson