At night
I enter the liminal realms,
this wild jungle of dreams,
and forget
who I am.
I wake to the thought
of you.
Insistent pain,
the sting of my life’s wounds,
reminds me,
in a way
that comforts.
I do not want to lose this world,
her days,
her nights,
her majestic cycles.
I want to keep my role
as sacred timekeeper,
hugging to me
the vast plane of consciousness,
singing it lullabies
with melodies forged
from the unseen.
I will not be dislodged.
I will grow deeper roots.
Even as the sky darkens
and dips
towards the dimness
of a thoughtless eternity,
I will become
Mother of the Moon.
Always wonderful. Truly, you are a magician with words.
Thank you much. That is a special compliment coming from you, as you are more than a sorcerer’s apprentice yourself 😉