Renewal

Let me be the sun or moon
who may go dark for a while
but comes back
ever brighter

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Midas

Our hearts congeal
mildew mellow
caught in rigid routines that sink
deep in coma coldness

Give me a kiss of sun
and I’ll return to you:
the heat of now
far-flung orbits
tomorrow’s hopes
flight-prone

A touch of Midas
and I am gold again

A touch of Midas
and you my treasure