Helix

"

I look to the moon, and call

to my shadow

Hoping they will join in.

Together, we will tell a story

of patterns in chaos.

Through movements,

Amongst old friends.

Internal waters, gush

Down my face, gust

of elements with the taste,

of the oceans movable powder base.

Glazed eyes, struck

one, with the moons’ touch.

As white as the prism of light

The Sun, Moon, and waters rush.

In submission, stained in sin

I give myself, to the voice within.

Bathing, in the moonlights’ glory

I ask her, to reveal the story

of such seemingly simple things.

Face of rock, reflecting my Sun

Speak to me of the patterns

of the divine spins seared within.

"

-- V. L. Gonzalez