Today each streak of sunshine is a gift
of gold, a wedding band uniting sun
with earth, a lonely bride too long adrift
in veils of gray. She sheds them now, to run
into her bridegroom’s gleaming arms. She’s spangled
with the drying dew and robed in ferns,
her emerald elflocks heavy-leafed and tangled
as the hair of any bride who burns
with sleepless nights.

Oh, flesh of earth and water

wedded to a soul of sky and fire,
son of Eve or ancient Adam’s daughter:
love awaits behind the sun and higher.
Terra greeting Sol cannot shine bright
as human souls embraced by Allah’s light.

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