Night Wine

Long ago I learned
to drink deep of the night sky,
letting its potent wine
fill my blood
and sing
through every corpuscle,
strong delicious light,
the ice-fire embrace of opposites,
the frozen moon
stealing
fire from the hidden sun,
and dancing with it
through stars and clouds
and drifts of color
and shadow
near enough to touch,
far enough to long for.

Ah, desire.

One of us is the mud of lies.
One of us is the light of truth.

Opposites must attract.

by Sara, copyright 1999, all rights reserved