The Archer shot the tenth Sunbird
behind Mythology’s back.
His nine brothers had already gone out,
cooling as they neared the ground,
losing grit and losing shape and losing…
Their un-birth covered the soil with to-be-forgotten ash.
The tenth Sunbird dived from the heavens ablaze—
rays raging hot daring flares.
“No unwelcomed arrow makes me kneel.
Hear you me, shepherd of blinded wool,
I rather go nova with a self-willed splash!”
The Sunbird’s spirit heated the Ocean’s deep,
creating a wave of salty mist.
Mist came steadied with love,
Love joined hands and kissed lips and rose;
the Ocean warmed the Sunbird back into the sky.
At dawn, the Sunbird shines
sparkly kisses on his lover.
At dusk, the Ocean hums
and waves for his lover above.
On the Summer Solstice they birth rainbows.
to celebrate romantic love in all its shapes, cultures, forms, colors...
and to wish everyone the happiest of all Summer Solstices
(inspired by The Time of the Ten Suns in Chinese Mythology)
Tequila Sunrise, by Robin Mead Designs