I Follow the Moon

Not to worry not to fret

my love tells me,

As she brings her world forth.

I lift mine eyes to her sacred sky,

Pulsing with ripples, slowing

winter winds falling to a still pond;

She divines in me, fills my will,

And so my heart shakes-

All light is harsh, dead

'gainst her hands in my soul.

One by one, they come forth-

The chieftainesses with diamond feet,

Their gowns bright with sulphur

trailing in an unmined sky,

Every corner of it proudly held-

The nations of light, their names

etched in the reels they dance,

The dust in sharp petals

left where they turn their heels.

And it is then, in the music,

My soul is ensnared, my being full

in open surrender unfurled, held

against my love's embrace of sky.