The Firestone

In the deepest dark

Of the night that falls
I can hear
In the calming voice
As above so below.

When the Moon
Takes the place
Swirly river
Reflects her face.

While the morning
Springs the light
I can hear
The silky shout
As within so without.

Than the Sun
Is roaring strong
To shine his will
Through the flames below.

Zoran Minov
(Autumn 2014)