sweetness glows along the ridge-lines of the hills where I stand
I reach high to fill my hands with the glowing sky
blood-purple honey light drips down
I embrace lavender-maroon flow
golden layers butter the flesh of evening clouds
crimson light pools under my feet in hollow wind-worn cups of weathered rock
I imbibe this royal mead, suck it into my bones, fill my inner-most skin
in this old slow sky-fire I blossom, I bloom in the quiet
this light at day’s end is my safe-holding
I keep to these embers
tend to this silence
eat this honey
rest my mind
know my own place
beneath the high-riding moon
scarlet flames hide themselves away –
they leave me in cool stillness
I walk on through deep melted amethyst stone
