Shades for an evening sun

Like a Black Madonna in a chapel nook 

the black night blends me within itself 

'till I am one with her in her solitude.

The night and I, brothers in our darkness 

as shadows mesh to blacken the spot; 

identity one via the Moorish sky.

Silhouettes shaded for an evening sun 

black lights shining 'gainst the morning rays. 

what drama laying with the Muse of life;

a gray dawn gleaming in the dark, dank site  

with the black words firing on a branding iron 

like ravens jetting toward the Indian corn.

Charcoal smoking in the ordained furnace 

making pitch flow smooth before the eboned altar 

(and the black night's baby in her solitude).

Jazz and a spring bulb

Tombed (Fall!) in the sterile womb 

and dead life from the winter scene-

blanket'd o'er with a fluffy quilt.

Star light and moon light and 

sun light; coolness and chilly 

with the warm heat - 'neath a cancer belt.

Footprints painted on a paper cup; 

and transmigration at the seasoned time 

but dopish, sleeping in the new spring time.

Ambrosia drunk (the god's own dew)-  

staggered - and ermined in the 

Tabor splendor: garmented bright.

"It is good for us to be here."- Voice 

and thunder clouds on a windy day; 

marriage, love and pregnated earth.

Partition! Break and quiescent pain; 

lab'ring joy - (stretched up, a limb); 

this late resurrection - Resurrection!