On the Horizon

It’s getting dark later

as the sun spreads gold

across the sinking evening

and I feel a big one coming;

I sense a birth looming on the horizon,

an explosion of word pictures,

a night with Erato

and a morning and a day,

and the stars sparkling in the night

are the sequins in her dress,

and the moon is her spotlight

as she dances around me

like a fire spirit,

and I slowly open my mouth

to see what sort of lightning prophecy

seeps out with quiet thunder.