Sunset, a poem

Sunset.

Sun sinks towards the horizon,
meeting earth with heaven,
slipping under the boundary
of our perspective
carrying with it
something of ourselves
into the netherworld
of the imagination.
Last embers of a dying fire,
pensively reflecting
the inevitable repetition
of death and rebirth,
the declination
of an individual life
or the completion
of a cycle.
Intimate drama
of consciousness
nightly descending
into the timeless realm
of sleep and dream
in order
to find renewal
from psyche’s
latent spark
of creative fire.
The sun woman
burns up her
stock of fuel
by the day
and at night
goes down
into the underworld
for fresh supplies
of firewood,
or she has a lover
among the dead
and nightly descends
to be with him,
at sunrise reappearing
dressed in her lover’s gift,
a red kangaroo skin.
 A journey
of spiritual transformation
and rebirth
an incubation
in the unconsciousness
as energies
become integrated
into the consciousness.
Portal of the underworld
opens
dissolving
all familiar
orientation of the day.
Sun
making its way
through the pitch
black of the night sea,
battling chaos and extinction,
threatened by the vast,
eclipsing coils
of the primal serpent, Apophis
and its attendant monsters.
The exhausted sun
reaches the containing womb
 of the goddess
and is reborn
through the gates
of her vulva at dawn.