Playful twins, focus your mind,
peruse your heart with object
criticism, examine and circum-
navigate boundless walls that enclose
a wild, temperate verdancy.
Perch, like a cormorant scout,
in the highest boughs amid
plump, mauve succulents, pregnant
to bursting, and gaze across
that vast, uncharted garden
of the heart, with rivers like
arteries; a criss-cross intricacy
at once ablaze under Apollo's
rust-orange charge pulled in tow.
Half the life therein exists
fruitful beneath blazing skies,
And, yet, lunar radiations
follow closely at the heels
of the life-giver, denotes
separation as the string
of the Ramadan fasting
juxtaposes evening to day.
Twins, serious twins, alight
your lofty perch and freefall
like one too close to the sun,
rushing instead into familiar
darkness, like inconstant black seas.
Prowl, as the hunting panther,
amid the familiar brush,
serenely blued by Luna's orbed eye,
a pale and shadowed lunacy,
twisted but well understood.
She makes each step new—foreign,
though this vastness, belonging
always to the sly hunter
is unforeign. But the earth
is wont to shift, to shudder
and admit that unwarranted
but cool and refreshing mist;
it creeps in via unguarded
estuaries, roiling calm
upriver, then billowing
over sandy banks, coating
the trails in diamond dew drops.
Foolhardy twins, sated on
bright and free daylight of the sun,
embrace the ensorcelling,
bewitching nighttime moonlight
before it succumbs to harsh heat.
Prize, like first man did woman,
the chance to share in paths walked
solitary, yet freshly
viewed, altogether different
beyond the sullen predation
instincts and the lone wolf's howl.
Solidarity, basking
in eve's placid radiance,
makes that ensconced forest live.
For a time the beast will not
rule over this uncharted Eden
where the fruits of Love withered
in day from unbearable heat.
Instead, rejoice in moist, wet,
and pattering rain falling—
a life-sustaining blanket
renewing the soil for dawn.
