Sparks I Didn't Miss

When I reached the foaming edge
of shoreline chased
by surge of distant storm
and waning traces of old night
I wondered which
of all the gods I know and love
had placed my footsteps
so carefully upon
the turn and twist
of winding paths
on high brown moors
by tumbling crisp cold river
downwards to forgotten beach
for my greeting of the dawn

I asked myself the reason
for this new excursion
as the rim of day broke crimson
out across the swell
of white-capped winter ocean
for I had never been
along that path before
I could find no answer
to the question of my doubt
yet when I turned my gaze
toward the sacred North
upon the curve of merging
where ocean met the land
I found a gleam of orange stars
embers glowing  bright in rising sun
mingled with dark voids of blackness
deeper than the moonless night
amongst the grey-stained sands

I wandered lonely miles
through taste of endless sea
rising on cold wind
following those glints
of shining warmth
and glowing sunless dark
picking out the best

here they lie so sweetly now
long years after doubt
the warmth of amber
polished teardrops of translucency
carved with stars  orange-golden
frozen flames in grip
of silver dragon pendant's claws
on a braid of chain so sleek and fine
studded with round orbs
of darkest glittering jet
blood in moonlight
throwing back the candlelight
from their resting place
nestled deep between
the curves of your dark breasts
they click a subtle dance
when you turn closer in my arms
and I laugh with simple joy
at my old lack of Faith
the brimming strength of Now
and the sparks I didn't miss