Solstice.

               1

Beauty stuns my eyes,
I stare at the scorched horizon.

                2

Retreating out of the dawn world
The old Owl soars
Rising like the Phoenix
Ascending swiftly towards her pyre.

Feathers the colour of embers
Blackened by desolate rain;
His eyes, earth swallowed fires,
Scorn the light of redemption.

In the anguish of a resurrection,
Sought but barely conceived,
He darts deeply into the sunlight
That dazzles, torments, then stuns him.

Retreating into the dark cave
He embraces the ashes of sleep.

                 3

The morning light enthralls me.
Midsummer fires challenge the stars.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 
9th April 1974. - 25th. June 2012.