13 moons,
the breeze moonsoons,
blew too, the wind moves between leaves,
like holy scriptures, it whispers tales of your breath,
all the stories you tell- of strength, of love,
of open hearts under a stared sky.
13 moons,
you inspire motion,
I feel truth in your words,
weighted, laughter, loved,
the breakage of your heart, the places you serve,
with grace of love and depth of the ocean.
13 moons,
the colors you carry in your hue,
angelic blue, yellow sunning, turquoise green,
a beautiful scenery , a well of memory, different dreams,
the places we've walked, hands held, jazz felt, hearts of remembrance.
13 moons,
child of the dunes, the ocean live in your heart,
like the ancient spider, you move, webbing stories,
we meet on the cross-roads, to remember eternity,
you carry stars in your palms, for the knowmad's path.
13 moons,
queen of the crows,
red rose of the ascended cross,
the now knows all the boat rows you paint and show,
all the adventures you call from eternity, 25.
13 moons,
soft like a morning,
when rhymes prey my soul,
you are my vision on the road to damascus,
here, you raised the prophet with new sight and crow wings.
the turtle learns from the dandelion.
