When the sun sinks

below the horizon

in the space

of

a

moment

burning light bursts

a familiar gold –

many meet it on their journeys.

It’s

a yellow face peaking up from a desert dune

a faint line of fire shouldering the blue skies of morning

a glow of charcoal embers in a fireplace

a reflection of gold flowing on the Danube in evening.

This face

this fire

are anamnesis taking us through space and time,

to family and friends long gone.

This face

This fire

creates a force of warmth…of fervor.

The autumn wind blows hard now,

along our golden journey

of floating souls

whispering that we are never gone,

we are just hiding below

the horizon

in the space

of

a

moment.