Hand me the sun

Hand me the sun and i'll carve waves from rays,

bottled streams of beams

shimmering like the tide on a cloudless night.

Contained motion,

rocking with the flow of blood through veins,

life matter contained 

aglow with the sea's jubilant movement.

The tide is the earth's heartbeat,

i etch this pulse through the sun,

causing light to come in staves

bars of transparent rhythm captured

in a moment seen through my vase.

Can i now ingest this earth essence?

that my body may contain waves of light

so my soul can move and glow

with the tidal flow of an encapsulated 

wilderness brought to sight.

that i may dance

through nights and converse through days

with this rhythmic sway

moving through me and in me,

and in this moment of motion,

i shall be free to see

the glow that came  before,

before i was flesh,

before i was motion,

before there was motion.

And the sea continues to be lit.