Sanskrit laden, gold gilt shimmering
From the central hub of ignorance
Along its spokes you’ve carved your word
Along its spokes you’ve carved your commitments
You keep them
You keep them
.
In the soft morning sun
You point, showing
The pulsing core of your fire
You lift the watch
Handcrafted and rippling with reds and oranges
You tell me its time
You tell me its time
.
I’m listening
It’s taken us down a long road to get here
I’m listening
To what you’ve chosen most dear
You tell me you will take me
Take me somewhere I have to lean into
A guarded realm
I can’t quite understand
.
But I must choose
And now, you’re disappearing
The real dawn, commanding
Rays overtake us
You become slowly unclear
Your Martian edges hazy
The lilting passion of your vibration
Wavering, vanished
And I’m left
With only astral echoes
The wheel
Spinning
Shimmering
Asking me
Where I want
To become
Letting Go 