MOONwise

Softer light of quiet hour

Luminous creep into my vision

Wakes me from my sleep;

From dreams I have yet to envision

Subtly of bright reflection

In Her waxing or waning dance

Reminds me that I too carry

My own elusive radiance

Cycles of emergence

Times of drawing in small

Upswells of more energy

Yet Wholeness under it all

What will I remember

When louder light awakes?

From the wisdom chat with moon

All my night intuition quakes

Photo by Phil Hutcherson

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