A journey through night’s fire
Ignites my inner sun;
Inwardly glowing, I don’t fear darkness
Or free-falling in space.
My shield, like a liquid cloak,
Surrounds me,
Streaking my wing’s feathers
With a fluid lavender light.
Floating, gliding, circling the stars,
I touch Mars’ face with a whispering caress,
I stroke Saturn’s rings with essential oil
And kiss Pluto’s cold, dry lips.
Luna burns passion’s trail around the Earth,
And I rush home; sinking
Back into my body’s shell,
I wake to greet dawn’s demons.
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This poem exploded into my very busy astrology practice! It's amazing...I took the name of my practice/business directly from this poem. Can check out my astrology site here: http://www.throughnightsfire.com
This poem appears in "Fluidity of Creation: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult."
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wow.. COSMIC!!!I'll have to get you to do my chart sometime too..!!
Hugs, Jo