Transitional phase, retrograde emotions
takeover, if even you admit the passage of time.
At the cusp of solstice, as nightfall sets
you recognize dreams, goals and observations
far away as that shooting star.
There should be more, you see, though
there rarely is. Uncanny as it seems.
Make do with what you have.
Indecisive introspection, lift the veil, a resurrection
commonplace among uncommon minds seeking,
believing, inadvertent acknowledgement of
personal place and power. Casually stated,
surely underrated, this seasonal shift
gives way to a sky full of wonder. Eyes open.
It will not be dark for long.

Bottom of the night, seldom do we realize
what has occurred in those mysterious fragmented
moments leading to the break of dawn.
An impervious passive state, all
five senses diminish enough to permit expansive
thoughts of nothingness. Introspective perception
offers expediency to immediate needs.
If little else but hope, gladly seize the moment.
Daylight heals those inclined to darkness, for a time.
Self-care required, self-love permitted,
it may take awhile to find your axis. Look
across the universe when given this fleeting chance.
Personal place or power, claim all
you can breathe in. It settles where it belongs.
Honour the internal light; solstice provides a glance.

© 2023 j.g. lewis