By Glenda Springer, fushiag@aol.com
Date: 27 June 1999

Sun Struck Moon

She purple hued vision
Carrier of ancient spirits
Strong in majestic royalty
Of times where brown skins 
Ruled in harmony
Sun, Moon, Stars and Rain

Reigned with vibrational
Forces of nature tuned
To all manner of Heaven and
Earth turns around and around
To sounds of thunder through
Drum skins sounding, pounding
Lifting spirits soaring
Transcending to all
Mortal limitations find
Their way through Heavens gates
Of hugging, merging, light bodies
Of transcendental chords of
Blissful, dreaming visions
of You who is

He honey touched lion mane
Dripping melted candle drops 
From heat too hot to
Resist flames filled with
Passion calling out to touch
Lightly with tongue longing
To taste Fire too hot
Stalking spirit from
Forest lands of primal
Passion fire moving heart of
Flames stalking lovers
Burned to ashes phoenix rises
Once again longing 
Honey flames too sweet
Addicted to fox brown mane 
Locks gently flowing 
Falling over prey in prison
Deep within the burning sun
Core of fire heat
Unbearable reduced to 
Droplets honey dripping
Liquid shining clear sleek
Coating heart is screaming
Satisfaction missing, begging
Pleading, quenchless, thirsty
Canals aching wanting 
Fire loving need heat from
Lion running laughing
Stalking yet another
Prey succumbing to
Honey colored brown
Mane dancing trapping lovers
Biting pieces left behind never
Whole always wanting