The Magician and the Seer

The Sun descends in crimson robes
Plunging into the Horizon
the carmine crack in the Sky
Where Earth meets Heaven

Timid at first
The silver stars appear
quiver and shimmering
In the desert heat
The planets in convoy attend
As the Moon dawns full
in the raven arms of the East

On the shifting Sands
Two figures seem to float
Deep in the coal black
velvet Night

Daughter of the Stars
She walks without treading the sand
Son of the Sun
He moves as one with the Wind

Gently
at first the merest whisper
She sings a tone poem
He answers
A deep and throaty hum
and the night moves . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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