Month: December 2019

winter's first full moon
captures the imagination.
as it casts light
upon the stark darkness
of the cold, empty field
of who we might become
it creates mysterious shadows
to entice the mind -

what lingers here?
what does the night hold?
what will the morning bring?
how will we evolve
in the darkness?
what version of ourselves
will emerge
in the safer shadows
of the sun?

what dreams I have
I entrust to you -
        they are all of me -
and though I don't pray
           I do
that you will treat them
with the gentlest care, 
protect them fiercely,
nurture them
as though they were your own
for I am yours
and my dreams come too.