In the Days of the Orange Sun, all Stars are Green with Desire

"In the Days of the Orange Sun, all Stars are Green with Desire."

Not as old as this saying, I am old enough
to know that no stars are green.
But the Sun is orange;
the Moon is silver;
the Dusk, purple.
And, not rhyming with any other words, these
colours (in a language of their own)
Rhyme with each other.
With green, they share the secret sisterhood of being two in one:
Red and Yellow, Black and White, Blue and Red (Yellow and Blue).
Rub your closed eyes and tell me, which two am I?

Do I already know the answer to this question?
Is this about some distant tragedy?
Anything to learn from this?

Name every sorrow, but trust all joy.
Nor say, nor read what has been said.
Sometimes the only interest lies
along the way, or underfoot.

Can action be taken, connection made, a sum?
Say it aloud, if you would remember.
But never say an ordinary thing,
nor an extraordinary thing.
Sing your feelings,
Sweat your prayers.
Dance like all of creation is watching
and dancing with you.

There will be no miracle. Nothing strange
like a silver sun, a purple cow,
an odd duck.
You will ride a horse of a different colour.
But the stars will smile upon you, and wish you well.
The wind will rise at dawn. There may be shade.
And sweet water, dripping,
somewhere
wearing the stone away.

Underlying all this truth, a chain of circumstance;
a crown of green stars, set in iron, will guard
your head. Your eyes will be opened;
your hand and heart will tie the right knots.

Copyrighted, but you can use what's here as long as you credit me.
Apr 9 2015 by Najwalaylah

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