Within the bones of memory the prayer wheel turns -
having danced through the path of air
she dances now with water
This day
marks the first day
where she will truly let go
to sink and dive into deepness –
having drowned
once in her life
this is not the time to fear the deep –
it is an eternal moment
to feel freely and embrace
anxious to reach her final destination
holding on tight
easing
through unknown landscapes
never looking back – only ahead
yearning
holding us tightly together
slowly
releasing our fierce grip
only to intensify it once again
choosing not to hide in our shells
but to slump forward
when the time comes right
Now -
following a blue moon
devoured by the Earth -
a honey moon marks times of regret
and the fear of tomorrow
(twin thieves that rob us of today)
to hold us forever
in the sunlight...
Holding the Sun
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Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
And no, sadly that is not me... I'm never that tall and skinny! But it DOES remind me of Wanda the Willow!!
You are just the dearest, sweetest Soul, my Friend. Thank you so much for penning such Beauty in my honor. It is already far beyond golden to me. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Ya know I love ya. Always & evermore. 
