Passing behind our Earth

For that brief moment, changing all that we know. All that we expect when gazes turn to the heavens. 

But perfectly aligned, they,

The sun, the moon, the earth

Fulfill their ordinance of blood red.

So too my own veil casts a shadow.  

Today on this day, questioning when that dim light will pass?

And to where might it go?

And what is expected when it passes?

By myself or by others?


A deep knowing.

When words on a page cry,

Silent screams. 

To be heard.  

To be seen.

To exist.

In Words. Colours. Textures. Moments.


The word upon a page. Just as it is. The alignment of My sun. My moon. My earth.