Summit And Gravity

There's a motionless tree

And another one coming forward

A river of trees

Hits my chest

The green surge

Is good fortune

You are dressed in red

You are

The seal of the scorched year

The carnal firebrand

The star fruit

In you like sun

The hour rests

Above an abyss of clarities

The height is clouded by birds

Their beaks construct the night

Their wings carry the day

Planted in the crest of light

Between firmness and vertigo

You are

Transparent balance