Poem for the Winter Solstice

in the center of the sun it never sets.
there we are
vapor & glowing & boundariless.
I am thankful to remember this.

with the creation of solidity shadows play,
moons fill & empty,
distance & time measure beginnings & ends.
pleasure is born of nature & passes.
pain is born of human forgetfulness & passes.
I am thankful to know this.

in the center of the heart it never sets.
there we are
one
always & always & always.
I am thankful to remember this.

--Terra Rafael