Cold Skin

my eyelids are closed they are transparent red colored by the sun's marking I only see the abstractions of my inner work. the solar transmutation executes my lazy posture the life-giving sphere burns in this occasion as I satisfy a moment of peace. my skin dances in joy to the warm touches of the morning light the night may cool my skin to sleep but the soft and scathing burns of my solar baths come with a high blessing: may you mirror my gift and shine unconditionally on those with cold skin.