The moon tells me a secret, my confidant
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
It’s source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
Today, I have a need to write my heart on these virtual pages, open that window little more.
They paint, compose, think, build and weave their own letters to universe, reaching me on its journey.
They are reminding me I am alive, leaving me breathless. I am reminded of my own flawed humanity, telling me to never forget.
I see my mother’s soft hands lift me up to the world. With her kisses building an armor to protect me from harm, preparing me to survive most painful blows, for I am loved. Wide eyed child, smelling of promise.
I still carry the loss and communicate with ghosts that follow me.
So are you.