Lo, the moon
Rising.
Blooming Brilliance
Through thick trees
Hints of luminescent Fairie lights
Beckon
Casts a spell in an unwritten language
Inaudible to my ears.
A mystery to me
Just beyond my reach
I can almost see them.
Do I go?
Into the wild roots of Mother Earth
Grounding me into this frail form.
A return
In the turning of the year
In the yearning of my tears.
Strange things at work in the darkness
Lite the bones

Breathe and Fire.

Reflect off water.
I dance between shadow.