Dance of Fire

Today I danced with the Sun
                                on my terrace,
to the beat of its sunset light
an ancestral woman in my memory.

Held in his mighty arms
           I let myself be carried away
by its sphere of burning light,
           softly / as in a waltz criollo
from my beloved Caribbean island.

His intense gaze at the end of summer
swayed my body         held me tight
spinning me around    passionately,
         like in a tango.

Today I danced with the Sun
                               on my terrace
a joyous fire dance
                              freely ecstatic
his saffron reflection on my face.

As I put my sanity aside
I felt his warm gaze on my skin
          my cells in high vibration
                      my creative energy displayed
                                a vision of ancestral images
like the Inti Raymi / an exalted celebration!

As he tenderly said      adiós
I agreed to absorb his golden magic.
Now, to honor my memory of the Andes
            I betray scientific logic
                          and write about this as to not forget it.