The red orb of the fading sun
Drops slowly in the bluest of skies
Ready for its final descent 
Of another day journey

And the clouds, so like waves
Captured in a moment of stillness
Reflect the brilliant lights
Silently, in silk and elegance

The wind softly embraces me
In the tenderest of touches
Beckoning me with whispers
As the assurances from a lover

Trees bow in graceful acknowledgement
To my presence among them
I am enamored with their fragrance
Of plump fruit and scented flowers

Sultry and hot, this summer night
Impressed upon my sacred temple
An air of drunken enchantment
And renewed celebration in oneness.

Stacy Jo Leverette
#369
June 3, 1999