the Solstice

tender limbs seek relief

not from a foretime’s impetuous work weeding beds

a different, deep, enthralling ache bellows from my core

i long to be with him

to laugh, beam in a concert of rapture

indubitable joy in hewed lines on our faces

burrow tight dancing to phantom music

sit under a canopy of magnolia inspirit with sweet fragrance

touching fingertips

softly embracing


such afternoon of unencumbered

bliss, a yearning so urgent

my lashes wet with anticipation

there i pause

does his mental palace brim with equal urgency

thus grounds for the sudden stir?

if an invisible tie should bind

where shall i find reprieve?

truth portrays brighter

than fiction

maybe this is nothing

perhaps he is everything

the Solstice awaiting our return



The early dawn speaks in moody color

Awakening with a recollection of my lunar mother

As she flew to my throat, this master of disguise

Determined to soften, to illuminate a vernal path of light

Wealth in blind faith, I will follow.


Nocturnal luster flutters forth, and I can see clearer now

Enchantment from the shadow depths

Change is apparent as I question purity at hand

Intuitive birth beginning from a mere thought

Wealth in blind faith, I do follow.


Spoken words from within rising to my lips

A collective emerges

Under the velvet moon we rise, voices void of sound, rich in color

Drawing innermost shadows to the canvas

Wealth in blind faith, we follow.


Searching for balance and beauty, a portal sought

In realms of truth and trust

Passage to where though? dare I ask

Uncertainty reigns under the velvet moon

But wealth in blind faith, I still follow.


~Sonya M. Fitzmaurice