the goddess of beltane

the sun sinks into crimson 

burning her aching heart

like a Rothko painting 

the ombre bleeds

down to her soul

which is yearning 

for meaning and purpose

but deeper still

love

is she a fool to think

that it's possible to have

passion in her life?

When she was a fair 

maiden celebrating Beltane

she moved like fire dancers

to the beating of her own heart

she flowed instinctually

never questioning herself

never doubting 

she trusted in mother earth's 

lavish bounty

never fearing the end or loss

there seemed to be an endless 

supply of love, passion 

heat

but the darker days of winter 

had derailed her innocence and naiveté

she no longer felt the fire burning within

she lost her way 

as she uncloaked her heavy armor

out of sheer necessity 

because it had proven 

to be impossible to bear

she surrendered her attachments

to her outcome

and this freed her 

to see the beauty that had never left her

she was only asleep

not dead

the depths of the ocean beat at her soul

wave after wave 

renewing her spirit

giving vision to the wild

magical terrain of her beautiful life

the universe drums the rhythm

back into her soul

and she is  born again

ready to take flight