From my book, Origin of Light on Amazon.com! (I'm such a ho)

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Every Day

She steps onto the balcony
And whispers to the sky
To ready itself for the orange grove tiller
And the stars put out their lights
One by one they say their prayers and dress
In blue gowns for the coming hours
And she walks into his bedroom
To wake the sleeping god
And gently she presses onto him
And warmly she speaks the Truth
He will ride on the head of the Cherubim’s wheel
The wheel filled with eyes which move with the angel’s wings
As the wheels turn round the earth
As the swordsman who guards the gateway to the Garden
The beautiful god stirs from his slumber
How majestic is his immortal azure gaze when he looks at her!
How lengthy are his shadows which fall across in lasers of mysterious hues!
How strong is his beautiful neck, chest and arms
Down to his wrists and to his fingertips
Long curled golden hair dusts his dark peach back
And he whispers to her a thank you, and he rises to dress in embroidered white
With lavender and blue shadows in this brightest light
She steps onto the balcony and she whispers to the sky
It is fair clouds today, for he thanked me!
And Dawn closes the doors of the Moon
The great Lady of Night takes her leave to the other
Side of the skies of Time
Where she governs all of the dreams of mortals
And where she sleeps bathed in silver lights
Now as the golden god of firelight blazes oncoming into the day
He kisses Dawn so passionately before leaving his darkened chambers!
All incense burns there and mirrors puzzle each other
All crimson, ginger and yellow stones beaming in radiant amber metals make his bed
The covers are of motley angora cats
The floors are of white and gray marble
The velvets are coined and tasseled
He passes the tigers and white elephants which graze at his doorstep
His companion is the lion-monkey gifted with rare understanding and happiness
He places him on his shoulder to sing to the morning chorus
And every bird in the world sings back!
As he takes to the eyes of Time in the sky
One God commands his works, and one Lady approves what he wins
This gilded, white Madonna sends her angels to his mouth
And when he responds, there is the wind of Direction
The wind which meets three other winds
Winds of Reason, Love, and Passion
But his Direction is that of heartbreakingly delicate grace
Dancer’s moves which fill my eyes with sea salts
Falling through the narrow slit of glassy instruments
Which measure just how many times he has loved me this way
And just how many times I have had to come back from where I hide
I, Noon, at the meridian, at the slenderest part of the measuring globe
Am brought forth today
As he loves me for a minute and leaves me to seek for her, the elusive Moon
In the attentive hours of the Dawn, the one he has kissed and will kiss again!
And it is for that minute I live and was made
And for one minute alone I shine
No true love am I
No true love has he
For he is a god of many concerns
And I am resurrected to be forsaken
Every day,
Eternally